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I just received a review from Cocktail Reviews from Bloody Mary. She gave Burn Baby Burn 4 champagne flutes!

“Marisa hires Ethan as a model for the firefighter’s calendar she’s making to raise funds for the local women’s shelter. Ethan’s urges to have sex with Marisa have to be ignored—his former best friend, Alex, used to be her husband.

Ethan is a rare man. He broke off his friendship with Andrew because of how he treated Marisa. Due to the circumstances of the photo shoot, what with Ethan having to disrobe a little, Ethan and Marisa share a kiss. But Marisa pulls away, obviously still confused about her ex husband and the fact that Ethan was his friend. Alex had told her stories about Ethan’s sex life, so naturally, Marisa doesn’t want to get involved. If only she knew how Ethan really felt and acted!

Marisa speaks to her friend Jenny, who advises her. Marisa sets up another photo shoot, and things take a saucy turn. Will Ethan and Marisa get it together? Or will the ever-present hurts from the past linger and spoil hte fun?”

I just love finding new reviews!

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It’s not my day to blog, but I forgot last Saturday had to share this with you all. So I hope whoever’s day it is will forgive me for cutting in.

I got up this morning very tired and emotionally on empty, so I decided to take a slower run at the day and stop for breakfast and a cup of coffee before going in to work – like I used to do. It was wonderful…a really nice, slow waking up and then it was time to face the day at the office. On my way out of the restaurant, I took time to help an old couple (he in a wheelchair and she pushing it) out the front doors of the restaurant. It took some physical gymnastics, but I managed to make their exit easier and was pleased with myself. Then I got to my truck and discovered I’d lost my car keys. So after much frantic searching…table, floor, kitchen, sidewalk, peeking in truck windows, I finally gave up and started calling to get someone to bring them to me. Sounds simple, right? No…not today, it would appear. I called my son only to be reminded that he is in San Diego…duh. And…oh, by the way…

I LOVE YOU, SON, AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!

Then I called my neighbor who is always home and for some strange reason, the call kept going to some off the wall phone company that kept telling me the phone number she’s had for 20 years is invalid. Then I called my friend, Patti, who lovingly jumped in her car to rescue me by going to my house to get my other set of keys.

Then it was time to let the office know I would be late…easy enough? No! We’ve automated our phone lines, so reaching a warm body is no longer possible. I called 8 different people before I finally got someone who could give me the phone number for the secretary. I could have looked up her number on my computer (which I had with me), but she recently got married and I couldn’t remember her new last name. Duh! So 8 calls later, I manage to leave her a message to clear my morning calendar, not knowing if she was even in to get the message or not.

Then I settle in to wait. But while I’m waiting, I retrace my steps at least 5 more times and we all (me, waitresses, hostess) search the restaurant 3 or 4 more times while I consume at least 3 more cups of coffee. Now I’m not feeling so well. So I decide to give up my spot at the table and move away from the coffee pot and wait in a chair in the entry foyer. While sitting there waiting for my spare keys to arrive, I’m watching out the window and what do I behold? My black car keys sitting on the black windowsill right next to the front door in the foyer of the restaurant. Fortunately, since I was sitting in a chair waiting, they were now eye level and almost poked me in the eye…which is the only reason I even noticed them.

This entire incident made me think of Karma or reaping what you sow or whatever you believe in that gives you that auto payback thingie. My first thought was a cynical and half humorous one that it was what I’d earned for my act of kindness in helping the old couple out the door with the wheelchair…that should teach me. Then my next thought was just the reverse…maybe it was my reward for taking the time to help them. After all I’d been put through trying to call in late, get new keys brought to me, and waiting in the foyer for the keys…God literally had to put the keys right in front of my nose for me to find them. Sometimes he really has to go out of his way to help me…and today is one of those days. But I’m feeling awfully fortunate right now for the reminder that there is someone looking out for me because today is a day I just couldn’t do it alone.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Have a great day, Happy Birthday to my son, and hang on tight now ‘cuz we’re gonna go real, real fast!

Kayce

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Happy Tuesday everyone. Thanks for dropping by to say hi. The weather finally took a turn for the better. I have all my windows open and the breeze is wonderful. (Of course the air is still turned on), I guess that’s not very good for the electric bill, but what do you do, this is AZ. I’m leaving my windows open till, humm…maybe 11:00 A.M.

I sent off my next ms, Color Of Dreams, to The Wild Rose Press the other day. Hopefully they’ll buy it. It’s a great story and was fun to write. We’ve moved on to the vampire story now, and have set a goal to have it completed by the end of October. Tia is in Ohio for the next 5 to 6 weeks, maybe it will help to keep us from getting sidetracked. We have a way of doing that. Getting sidetracked that is. A quick trip to the mall can end up lasting hours. Or someone drops over and the next thing ya know, we’ve all gone out to lunch. You know how it goes.

This caught my eye today.
Today I will eliminate the word “try” in my vocabulary. I will either do it or not.
Good point. Right? Just do it, or, go do something else.

I was reading Ellen DeGeneres book, My Point and I do have One, and she brought up a interesting question. How did people ever figure out that eggs were edible? Did they see something come out of a chicken and think, “Boy, I bet that would be tasty?” That’s really a good question. There’s a lot of food that makes me wonder, who the heck was the first guy to eat this? I started a new diet today, I guess that explains my food interest. Now all I can think about is food and what I can’t have.

I accused my dh of having an affair. I mean really what would you think? I was cleaning out my car Sat. morning and I found a receipt from what looked like a hotel. Floor 12, room 1239. And I knew it wasn’t mine. I stormed into his office and with slip of paper waving in front of his face, yelled, “What is this?”
Hubby looks up from his video poker game blankly, “huh?”
“This hotel room receipt! You jerk. Is this what you want to do?”
“I never saw that before. Are you sure it isn’t yours?” He reaches for it with a confused look on his face.
“Oh, right. Mine. Don’t pull that crap. Mine? You jerk!” I put my hand behind my back. He isn’t going to get the evidence to destroy. I’ll make him pay for this.
“I swear. It’s not mine. I’m innocent.”
“Fine.” I turn to leave.
“Hey, is there a phone number on that?”
“Yes. But I didn’t call it.”
“Let’s call it right now. Give me that number.”
“Fine.”
Hubby dials number. Waiting…waiting. The corner of his mouth curves. He places phone back in holder. “Been to Banner Good Sam hospital lately?”
Er..a..well…stammer. Try to hold back laughing as face heats. Shoot, I was there visiting with my grandson. He had a badly injured hand and spent the night at the hospital. 12th floor. How did I blank that out? “Yes. Sorry I guess it is mine.” I grab paper from his hand and ask softly in sweetest voice. “Honey, what would you like for dinner?”
I hate it when I’m wrong. However, in this case it’s a good thing. But isn’t it nice, I’m still jealous of him after all these years? At least that’s what I told him.

Okay, I’m off to work. Maybe I’ll actually get some writing done today. And I have to get my contest entries read. That is a “must do” on my list for today. I am really getting in the habit of list making. And I must say it is really helping me. I’m taking 8 hours of classes a week for my day job, so between those and the hours I spend in my office and keeping up with my goals for writing, a written schedule helps. And I’m already off schedule for today by 15 mins. Gotta run.

Everyone have a sexy day!
Dani

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Twice now I’ve encounter the same problem while writing a story. Thoroughly Mannerly Millicent was with Avalon Books for over two years before they bought the story. My growth as a writer in that two years was significant. I cringed as I read what I’d written in 2004 and proceeded to make changes which caused me no end of grief when my page count didn’t match what Avalon had.