Monthly Archives: July 2012

Admiration, I Haz It.

The Olympics are here, the Olympics are here!

Sorry. I’m a little late announcing that, but I was too busy ogling my fantasy man last Friday to mention it. That doesn’t mean I haven’t been glued to the television all weekend. Friday night’s opening ceremony was great. I loved the way they made the history of England a massive stage production, incorporating England’s most famous authors, musicians, and historical figures. It was fantastic.

I also loved watching the parade of countries. My nephew and I were playing a game to see who could probably guess what sport each country’s flag bearer played. I was right most of the time. *buffs her nails* I also loved watching their excitement. Is there anything more amazing than representing your country in a battle for the medal? Each athlete is an ambassador to the world and they all looked thrilled to be there.

I’m not an athletic person. The closest I ever came to playing a sport was trying out for softball when I was in 8th grade. I didn’t make the team. I was a band nerd. That’s okay though. I’m not into running. *shudders* But I still admire people who push their bodies to the limits, who test their skills against others.

So yes, I watched swimming (even though I can’t swim), diving, water polo, and gymnastics this weekend. Was I the only one admiring the male swimmers’ physiques? I couldn’t have been. Oh and not just them but the men’s gymnastics teams. Hello, Louis Smith of Great Britain, it was lovely watching you flex and twist. What can I say? I’m an erotic romance author. Of course I’m going to notice those lean, muscular young bodies exerting themselves. Heh.

I’m an equal opportunity cheering section. While I will cheer on the Americans, I found myself cheering on Rebecca Addlington in the hopes she’d bring home the gold. The American, Allison Schmit won the silver, but I really wanted Rebecca to win gold for the Brits. It seemed fitting to me that she do something that amazing with her country hosting the Olympics. Hopefully she’ll carry it home with the 800m freestyle.

See? Normally I don’t watch things like swimming or gymnastics, but when it comes to the Olympics, I watch nearly everything. I can’t tear myself away. I’ve been this way since 1984 when the Olympics were held in Los Angeles. I was eight years old and I dreamed of being like Mary Lou Retton. That never happened, but I’ve been addicted to the games ever since.

I’m going to lose a lot of sleep over the next two weeks from the games playing. And my book coming out this Friday, but that’s okay. Sleep is overrated. Not really, but I’m sure if I drink enough coffee during the day, I’ll start to actually believe it.

What are some of your favorite summer Olympic events?


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Fantasy Man Friday

Hooray for Friday! That’s the more polite version of what I’m screaming right now. You don’t want to hear the real Friday greeting.

It’s been a good, yet weird week. I’ve been plugging away at my newest WIP, clocking in 16000 words in about three days. I didn’t write at all yesterday, but that’s okay. I think I did well for this week. I’ve been researching promotional items for RomantiCon, buying this, working with organizes to get my blog tour together for Primal Song, writing guest blogs, filling out interviews, etc. You get the idea. I also got a Top Pick review from Night Owl Reviews for Immortal Love! Yay!

I also saw someone having sex under the bridge yesterday. The erotic writer in me wondered who they were, why they were meeting under the bridge and all that stuff, while the responsible citizen wondered if I should call the cops. In the end I didn’t. With the way that guy was going at it, I doubted the cops would have made it in time to catch them in the act. Ahem.

That was the weird part of the week.

A week from today though, I’m going to be flying high. Primal Song comes out next Friday and I already have the Fantasy Man ready to wow y’all. He’s exactly how I picture Ram, my hero, so rar. Major rar.

But y’all aren’t here to read about future Fantasy Men. You want today’s man. Well, here you go:

Oh nom…this guy makes me want to go back to bed as long as he’s there. Doesn’t he look like he’s either about to do something naughty, or just recovered from some fun? Is it just me, or does he seem to be saying, “Come back, baby…and don’t forget to bring the chocolate syrup”? Maybe that’s just me.

Happy Friday y’all and have a great weekend.

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Well, today marks the last day in our month of acronym-titled songs. I’ve had fun with these and I hope you’ve enjoyed listening.

Next week marks the release of the first book in my Cajun Heat series with Ellora’s Cave, Primal Song. The book is about a rock star and a small town deputy, so I’ll be playing songs that remind me of the rock star’s fictional band, Saber. Did I mention the members of Saber are all cat shifters? Yup, a lion, two tigers, a lynx, and a panther. I had a lot of fun writing the book and a lot of music inspired me to write about Ramsey “Ram” Reinhardt, the hero of Primal Song. I hope you check it out!

Today though, it’s all about a band with the last acronym-titled song of the month. I do enjoy this band’s music. They can sound frantic and chaotic one minute, but melodic and groovy the next. “B.Y.O.B.” is an example of this. The band even goes by an acronym: SOAD, or System of a Down.

I hope you enjoy!


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Fantasy Man Friday

Thank god for Fridays. Not that I had a very long work week. I was actually out for two days with my out-patient space invader type kidney stone blasting thing. Oh yeah, the doc said I had a stone bouncing all over my kidney which then led me to imagine him trying to blast it the same way I used to play Space Invaders. Ah, those were the days. Anyway, I’m walking around with a bruise the size of a baseball where the iv went and people keep looking at me all aghast, as though I did it to myself.

So other than that, I feel great. I had to take a slight detour in my Cajun Heat series plan and hop ahead a couple of books because the heroine kept insisting it was time for her book to be written. Weird thing is, she doesn’t have a name yet. I’m still trying to figure out who she is. Right now all I do know is that her hero is yummy.

And that’s it. Primal Song will release in two weeks and I’m beyond thrilled. It feels like my very first book release all over again. Although, come to think of it, I get like this every time a book comes out. Even if they aren’t my own. I spend hours on Amazon adding titles to my wish list. *sigh*

I wish this guy was on Amazon and available for purchase:

Now that’s what I’m talking about. He’s just what the doctor orders. Or should have ordered to cure all my ills. Rar. Say it with me, “Drop that towel! Drop that towel!” I’m having an Earth Kitt moment over here. You know, that growl, purr thing she used to do because oooh yeah. Give me some of that!

Happy Friday! I hope y’all have a safe weekend (if you manage to tear your eyes from the screen sometime in the near future).


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A Real Cajun

I know I’ve mentioned before, but it bears repeating. Not everyone who lives in south Louisiana is a Cajun. The definition of Cajun is a descendent of Acadian exiles. That’s not every family here. A lot of family lines came directly from France, Germany, Spain, Ireland, and the Caribbean, not Acadia.

My mom’s a genealogist. She loves to dig up information on families. She concentrated on her family for a long time which is how we know one of our ancestors came from England on the Mayflower and “spread the good word” by impregnating as many Native American women as he could. No lie. Her father’s family came from Germany and she was able to trace them all the way back to 1109. Amazing, huh? She tracked my dad’s paternal line back to France in the mid 1600s in a town near Paris. They came to Louisiana in the 1700s.

I never considered myself Cajun because our families came from Germany and France. But she recently checked out my paternal grandmother’s family and discovered that they came from Acadia. What? Seriously? I mean, sure my half-brother is definitely Cajun as his dad’s family was easy to find. They came from Acadia and pretty much stayed in one place. My grandmother’s family, not so much, but it’s official. Danica is a real, live Cajun. Well, like a sliver of me is Cajun, but it’s there!

Do you have a genealogist in your family? Have you found out some interesting things about your family?



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I’m back! Well, sort of. Feeling kind of tender today, but I’m at least not sleeping every five minutes. I can’t decide if I was trying to recover from the procedure, or if my body just needed the rest, but I think I must’ve slept twenty hours since Monday.

But I’m here today and we’re continuing the acronym theme with Black Sabbath. I’ve been a fan of this band since I was a kid. Growing up, it was nothing for me to listen to Black Sabbath or AC/DC one minute and the Andrew Sisters the next.

This song is called N.I.B. or (Nativity in Black). It was remade in the 90s by one of my favorite bands, Primus, but I’m playing the original today. Next week will be the last of the acronym songs and after that I have to prepare y’all for a month of inspirational music. Not that kind. No, August will be devoted to music that inspired me in some way to write my upcoming release, Primal Song. I hope y’all check it out!

And now for Ozzy…

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Fantasy Man Friday

It didn’t occur to me until just now that today is Friday the 13th. I never really notice those things. Probably because when I think Friday, I immediately picture all of the gorgeous men who make an appearance on this blog. And today is no exception. Trust me.

I don’t want to complain about the weather because some parts of the country are suffering from a drought, but we’ve had rain every single day for nearly two weeks. In other words, the grass in my yard is so high, my dog has to nearly leap from short patch to short patch to find a spot to do her thing. Poor baby. Of course it doesn’t help that it’s raining buckets which means I have to boot her out the door to do her morning ritual and all she does is stand by the door and try to shake the rain off of her only to have more replace it.


This weekend is going to be low-key. I’m having a procedure done on Monday so I have to get my house clean and things done because when I get home again, I’ll be doped up. That should be fun. No, I won’t tweet. At least I don’t think I will.

Instead, I’ll sleep and dream of this:

But in my drug-induced dreams, he’ll finish taking those jeans off. What happens after that is between me and him and whatever medication I’m given. Heh. Ridges and muscles. Rar.

Happy Friday! I hope everyone has a great weekend. I’ll catch y’all on Tuesday.


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