Ha ha! That could be me. If I had dark hair, a typewriter and two good hands. Ha ha ha …
Actually, I was telling my husband that the image seemed very 1940s, Rosalind Russell, His Girl Friday, classic cinema a la World O’ Crap!
So … yesterday, on my book blog, I posted this book with a few words about why I liked it so much.
I also pinned it under Awesome Books.
And I also don’t read or review books that suck. Big waste of time. I only read and review books I really like, because I want to share.
That was why I posted my first book review here so very, very long ago …
But I digress …
What I wanted to do was tell you about my plans for this blog. Or at least what I might try to do, because you never know, right?
I never plan anything too far in advance, because shit happens so fast, you know?
Anyhow, here’s what I’m thinking.
On Mondays, I’ll post a chapter from one of my published novels.
On Wednesday, I’ll post something original. Who knows what. Maybe a story. Maybe a random thought. Who knows what crazy thing I might
say write blog? Ha ha ha …
On Friday, I’ll post something for the weekend. Maybe a quotation. Maybe a story. Maybe a video. Who knows, right?
Simon, I can’t believe you met Diana Rigg and never told me. I’m officially jealous.
But I have bought your book for my Kobo!!!!
I’d also like to put in a good word for Karen Cantwell! Who said the lady at the typewriter was the spitting image of me. Ha ha!!
Hey, Karen! Remember the awesome Bella Andre?
Let me quote directly from that post, starting with this awesome sample of her work:
As the small brunette took the glass from his hand, her fingertips brushing against his knuckles, Cole was surprised to feel himself growing aroused.
Usually within a couple of hours of landing in Las Vegas, his old hometown, Cole had at least one woman under him. This time, though, after getting the call from his grandmother in the hospital right after Sunday’s game, the only thing that had mattered was taking care of his grandmother.
And fulfilling her dying wish.
“I love champagne. Thank you.”
Cole stared down at the woman, who was holding the glass in a death grip. Jesus, was her hand actually trembling? If he wasn’t careful, the first available good girl he’d seen all day was going to run away.
Okay. First he needed to stop breathing in the woman’s sweetly scented hair, something he’d never, ever noticed on anyone. Second, he needed to think past the heavy throbbing in his groin for three seconds. Long enough to figure out what to say or do to make her feel safe with him.
The problem was, he’d never been with a girl like this. Didn’t know the first thing about making a nice girl feel safe and comfortable. Not when he’d spend the past fifteen years perfecting wicked.
Finally, he decided on, “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room.”
And it was true; she’d been the only square peg in a room full of round holes. Hell, she might as well have been wearing a halo for all the innocence pouring off her.
“You noticed me?” Champagne sloshed out of her glass and splashed across her chest as she gestured at herself in clear surprise.
“You have beautiful eyes,” he began, but then, figuring she might buy his lie if he pulled his gaze from her cleavage back up to her face, he actually did look into her eyes.
Cole was stopped cold by eyelashes so long that when she blinked, the curling tips brushed against the tops of her cheekbones. Her eye color was unlike any he’d ever seen, a combination of blue and green that had him thinking of cool mountain lakes and perfect summer days.
She blinked, smiled, and the way her eyes lit up stopped his breath for a second. “No, not beautiful,” he said, almost to himself. “Stunning.”
Her eyes got even bigger, along with her smile. “They are?”
He moved closer, those big eyes of her acting like a magnet. A lock of her hair fell in front of one of them and he reached out to slide it to the side, his fingertip barely grazing her skin. He felt her tremble beneath his touch, even as something shook inside him.
What the hell was going on here?
He’d come looking for a good girl to take to his grandmother. Not another one-night stand.
“Dance with me.”
He had her hand in his and was halfway to the dance floor, when he felt her tug at his arm.
“I don’t even know your name.”
She cocked her head to one side, managing to look cute and sexy at the same time. “You know, I think I could have guessed that. You look like a Cole.”
“And you look like an angel.”
Her lips turned up in another smile and knocked the wind out of him. Again. He’d already thought she was pretty. But when she smiled, she was breathtaking.
“Almost.” She looked shy again. “My name is Anna.”
Okay. That’s it.
Incidentally, other contemporary erotic romances by Bella Andre include:
Love Me (Take Me sequel)
Bound By Love
Game For Seduction (Bad Boys 2)
Game For Anything (Bad Boys 1)
Red Hot Reunion
Tempt Me, Taste Me, Touch Me
Well, enough of that
clap-trap, which sounds like something straight from World O’ Crap, except it’s all too real.
Who’s laughing now? Ha ha ha …
I was sorry to hear that the small indie bookstore, Murder by the Book in Portland, OR is closing. Yes, it hurts, but I’m not weeping over the publishing industry’s sheer stupidity.
I am doing what I can, in my own way. Buying Kobo books! Including Karen’s book!
And when I saw that this was on Kobo, well …
What can I say?
Now, a few links of possible interest:
The key to success in cleaning sushi.
Adelaide Screenwriter! Hello, Down Under!
We all have to pay the light bill, right? Ha ha ha …
Karen, you love movies. You should take up screenwriting. Come to the Austin Film Festival. Really!
You see, I used to be intimidated by Hollywood. I saw movies like this and heard the stories …
But these were the stories of people in publishing, who took themselves too seriously. Frankly, I learned the truth when I attended this seminar last February.
Film is story, only in a collaborative medium. It’s where art meets commerce. And they pay their writers.
Then I went to Austin and I came back feeling like, “I’ve found my people.”
When Frank Darabont said, “Don’t work with assholes,” that’s when I knew. Nothing changes. Just be smart and make the right choices and you’ll do fine.
So all of you now tell me you’re not shitting your pants that Jeff Bezos doesn’t give a damn about profit margins. :-O
worst best weirdest most quotable part:
January in retail is a little bit like the off-season of a professional sports league. Teams dust themselves off from the grueling holiday season playoffs, evaluate their coaching staffs, and assess the balance of power in their divisions. In this month’s period of exhausted self-reflection, one of the industry’s broad conclusions is clear: Amazon.com (AMZN) is on its way to establishing a dangerous dynasty.
Uh … ahem!
Here’s the book trailer for Karen Cantwell’s first novel, which I reviewed here
when I was much less gimpy. Ha ha ha …
Totally cinematic, right?
Like Woody Allen meets Lucy Ricardo. Ha!
Except with monkeys and crime, like this movie …
Hey, Jenny! Now that you’ve seen the utter shambles that the publishing industry has made of itself, do you feel the least little bit cheated?
PS: Contributions to my Sam McRae Mystery Series are awesome! See the widget in the sidebar. Even Johnny Rotten
needs to eat loves butter. Ha ha ha …
PPS: I would like to feature small ads for indie bookstores that are willing to carry my novels, on my new and improved website, which I’m in the process of developing. Let’s all work together!! Remember?
PPPS: This is too funny not to share!! I mean … seriously … ROFL!!! You’re good!
UPDATE: OMG! I can’t believe this was actually on Nik Nak’s Old Peculiar today!
As it’s the late Clive Dunn’s birthday, today, I’ll leave you with his only big hit, from back in 1971 …
And with his words about it …
“It sold 90,000 copies in one day, I bought a house with it.”
Clive Dunn, 9 January 1920 – 6 November 2012
Oh … bite me, everyone! Ha ha ha ha …
UPDATE 2: I’d like to apologize for that last update.
I think I was trying to be funny, but I’m not sure. Anyhow, I may have crossed the line …
In any case, I didn’t mean to kill anyone’s buzz, okay?
Be seeing you!