<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:29:59.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leigh Wyndfield's Rants</title><subtitle type='html'>If you have something juicy to say, sit next to me!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-4354483227840333197</id><published>2008-06-07T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T10:36:58.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan Grant Returns!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/514Ay5Ag9BL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="223" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/514Ay5Ag9BL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOONSTRUCK by Susan Grant&lt;br /&gt;HQN Books, June 1, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE IS FOR LITTLE GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;And Coalition starship admiral Brit Bandar is one tough woman. A mere intergalactic treaty could never get her to trust the Drakken Horde. There was too much bad blood between the Coalition and the Horde and, for intensely personal reasons, Brit wasn’t sure that she was through spilling it! But now a peaceful accord has made Finn Rorkken, a notorious Drakken rogue, second-in command on her starship – and through some grand cosmic irony – front and center in her thoughts…and her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARLEADER. PIRATE.&lt;br /&gt;Either title sat easily on Finn’s battle-hardened shoulders. Though second-in-command to “Stone-Heart” Bandar? That would take some getting used to. Peace required as much sacrifice as war, so he’d comply even if his reaction to the gorgeous admiral fell decidedly outside protocol. But would he end up kissing or killing her if the galaxy’s tentative truce turned into all out war?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.susangrant.com/books/moonstruck.htm"&gt;Read an Excerpt Here!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-4354483227840333197?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4354483227840333197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=4354483227840333197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/4354483227840333197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/4354483227840333197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2008/06/susan-grant-returns.html' title='Susan Grant Returns!!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-7075911178289754436</id><published>2008-05-04T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:27:52.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/511Dij-UhmL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="165" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/511Dij-UhmL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE DARKEST NIGHT by Gena Showalter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His powers – Inhuman&lt;br /&gt;His passion -- Beyond immortal . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All her life, Ashlyn Darrow has been tormented by voices from the past. To end the nightmare, she has come to Budapest seeking help from men rumored to have supernatural abilities, not knowing she'll be swept into the arms of Maddox, their most dangerous member -- a man cursed to die every night, only to awaken the next morning knowing he has to die again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither can resist the instant hunger than calms their torments . . . and ignites an irresistible passion. But every heated touch and burning kiss will edge them closer to destruction -- and a soul-shattering test of love . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though they carry an eternal curse, the Lords of the Underworld are irresistibly seductive -- and unimaginably powerful . . . Don’t miss this incredible new paranormal series from Gena Showalter! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LADY AND THE VAMP by Michelle Rowen&lt;br /&gt;April 2008 – Forever, an Imprint of Grand Central Publishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fights.Janie Parker’s a supernatural assassin—not by choice, but what’s a girl gonna do? The only thing standing between her and decapitation at the hands of her hellish boss is a magical artifact called The Eye. To get it, all Janie has to do is find a dark, broody vampire named Michael Quinn and take it. Easy, right? Except if Quinn keeps kissing her that way, she just might lose her head...in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bites. Former vampire hunter Michael Quinn is determined to become human again. If he grabs hold of The Eye and makes a wish—then boom, everything’s good with the world. But now Quinn has a sassy tagalong with a long, delectable neck and orders to stake him on sight. He just hopes his first bite won’t be Janie’s last moment on earth...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;Chris Marie Green also writes as Crystal Green for Silhouette Special Edition and Harlequin Blaze. MIDNIGHT REIGN is book two of the Vampire Babylon series, following NIGHT RISING, Book One. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reviews:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“An exciting, high tension horror thriller with enough unresolved trust and family issues to make it credible, a hint of romance for spice and a bit of black humor to lighten up the often dark tone, this is a nicely conceived modern vampire tale that will keep readers guessing. The conclusion is certain to leave fans anxiously awaiting the final installment.”&lt;br /&gt;- MonstersandCritics.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“MIDNIGHT REIGN VAMPIRE BABYLON BOOK 2 is a powerhouse of emotions and revelations…. This story grabbed me and wouldn’t let go until I finished it. Now I have to find out how it all ends. Don’t miss this one. You won’t be sorry. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chere Gruver, PNR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-7075911178289754436?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7075911178289754436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=7075911178289754436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/7075911178289754436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/7075911178289754436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-books.html' title='New Books!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-1811186925216736519</id><published>2008-01-31T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:59:09.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!  Forgot one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41b%2BhZW2M8L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="211" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41b%2BhZW2M8L._SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAT OF THE NIGHT by Sylvia Day&lt;br /&gt;ISBN: 978-0061231032&lt;br /&gt;HarperCollins Avon&lt;br /&gt;January 8, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Bad boys are her weakness and no one is as wicked as Connor Bruce…&lt;br /&gt;He is the realization of every woman’s erotic fantasies. Existing in the Twilight between sleep and consciousness, Connor brings them decadent pleasures, fueled by their sexual energy. But violence and strife now tear apart both worlds, and Connor must embark on a perilous quest into the mortal realm … and into the arms of one intoxicating enchantress.&lt;br /&gt;Stacey Daniels has always been attracted to the wrong type of men – and the muscular, Viking-like champion on her front doorstep is no exception. She can hardly believe the wounded warrior is from another world, a world where erotic dreams are needed to survive, a world of terrible danger that has followed him to her home. Connor finds solace in her passion, but only time will tell if he can defeat the dark foe who hunts them … and if Stacey can surrender to the promise he offers with every electrifying touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardiannovels.com/novels/heat"&gt;Read an Excerpt! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-1811186925216736519?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/1811186925216736519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=1811186925216736519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/1811186925216736519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/1811186925216736519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2008/01/oops-forgot-one.html' title='Oops!  Forgot one!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-9065324161681831304</id><published>2008-01-31T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:53:48.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New books out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51DERqxvq2L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1055.g.akamai.net/f/1055/1401/5h/images.barnesandnoble.com/images/14540000/14547358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="341" alt="" src="http://a1055.g.akamai.net/f/1055/1401/5h/images.barnesandnoble.com/images/14540000/14547358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KEEPERS OF THE FLAME by Robin D. Owens&lt;br /&gt;Luna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twin sisters Bri and Elizabeth Drystan each have a special gift for healing, but they've taken very different career paths. While Elizabeth has pursued a medical degree, Bri has taken a more unorthodox and holistic path. Both of their gifts are sorely needed in the world of Lladrana, as the Dark has launched a deadly new plague. Abruptly summoned to this alien world by desperate sorcerers, Bri and Elizabeth discover they are the fourth such summoning of Earth-born women, or Exotiques. The situation in Lladrana is dire, and Bri and Elizabeth are immediately thrown into the fray. To save the lives of many, one twin may place her own life in dire risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robindowens.com/reads/KeepersOfTheFlame.pdf"&gt;Read an Excerpt Here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALSO!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLAR HEAT by Susan Kearney&lt;br /&gt;(TOR Books, February 5, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she an indispensable ally. . . or his worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Intersolar Mining entrepreneur Derrek Archer rescues Azsla from her emergency sleeping pod, he's confounded by his desire for her. An inexplicable desire. An irresistible desire that causes Derrek to wonder if he's been drugged or hypnotized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she better off with him . . . or without him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azsla's attracted to the sexy asteroid miner, but she fears getting close to Derrek might compromise her mission and reveal her secret. A secret that she's an enemy spy and her facade hides a complex and powerful woman—one capable of enslaving Derrek and destroying everything he holds dear.&lt;br /&gt;Will Azsla's devastating secret destroy them . . . or save them?&lt;br /&gt;When a cataclysm of deadly proportions threatens Derrek's world, they must overcome their distrust, suspicion and opposing loyalties. But while uniting forces might save a planet, working together might tear them apart or bring them together. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.susankearney.com/solar_heat.html"&gt;Read an Excerpt Here!! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-9065324161681831304?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/9065324161681831304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=9065324161681831304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/9065324161681831304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/9065324161681831304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-books-out.html' title='New books out!!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-8032030594569641808</id><published>2007-12-29T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T17:19:43.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAVOR ME SLOWLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ncX3TGilL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand" height="199" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ncX3TGilL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Gena Showalter&lt;br /&gt;(Pocket) December 26, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishka Le’Ace was created to be an undercover operative . . . literally. Her beautiful body has been mechanically augmented to give her superhuman strength -- strength she’s going to need. Her latest mission sends her to rescue Alien Investigation and Removal agent Jaxon Tremain from torture and death. With him, she discovers a passion unlike any other. A passion she was forbidden to know. . .&lt;br /&gt;From the moment they meet in a darkened cell, Jaxon craves her touch. But the machine half of Le’Ace forces her to do things she doesn’t always want to do. Even betray him . . . and ultimately destroy him. Now Jaxon must battle the man controlling Le’Ace and even Le’Ace herself to at last claim the woman he’s come to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover: http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ncX3TGilL._SS500_.jpg&lt;br /&gt;SAVOR ME SLOWLY by Gena Showalter&lt;br /&gt;(Pocket) December 26, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishka Le’Ace was created to be an undercover operative . . . literally. Her beautiful body has been mechanically augmented to give her superhuman strength -- strength she’s going to need. Her latest mission sends her to rescue Alien Investigation and Removal agent Jaxon Tremain from torture and death. With him, she discovers a passion unlike any other. A passion she was forbidden to know. . .&lt;br /&gt;From the moment they meet in a darkened cell, Jaxon craves her touch. But the machine half of Le’Ace forces her to do things she doesn’t always want to do. Even betray him . . . and ultimately destroy him. Now Jaxon must battle the man controlling Le’Ace and even Le’Ace herself to at last claim the woman he’s come to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover: http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ncX3TGilL._SS500_.jpg&lt;br /&gt;SAVOR ME SLOWLY by Gena Showalter&lt;br /&gt;(Pocket) December 26, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishka Le’Ace was created to be an undercover operative . . . literally. Her beautiful body has been mechanically augmented to give her superhuman strength -- strength she’s going to need. Her latest mission sends her to rescue Alien Investigation and Removal agent Jaxon Tremain from torture and death. With him, she discovers a passion unlike any other. A passion she was forbidden to know. . .&lt;br /&gt;From the moment they meet in a darkened cell, Jaxon craves her touch. But the machine half of Le’Ace forces her to do things she doesn’t always want to do. Even betray him . . . and ultimately destroy him. Now Jaxon must battle the man controlling Le’Ace and even Le’Ace herself to at last claim the woman he’s come to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover: http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ncX3TGilL._SS500_.jpg&lt;br /&gt;SAVOR ME SLOWLY by Gena Showalter&lt;br /&gt;(Pocket) December 26, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishka Le’Ace was created to be an undercover operative . . . literally. Her beautiful body has been mechanically augmented to give her superhuman strength -- strength she’s going to need. Her latest mission sends her to rescue Alien Investigation and Removal agent Jaxon Tremain from torture and death. With him, she discovers a passion unlike any other. A passion she was forbidden to know. . .&lt;br /&gt;From the moment they meet in a darkened cell, Jaxon craves her touch. But the machine half of Le’Ace forces her to do things she doesn’t always want to do. Even betray him . . . and ultimately destroy him. Now Jaxon must battle the man controlling Le’Ace and even Le’Ace herself to at last claim the woman he’s come to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-8032030594569641808?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8032030594569641808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=8032030594569641808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/8032030594569641808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/8032030594569641808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2007/12/savor-me-slowly.html' title='SAVOR ME SLOWLY'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-8201623395711956549</id><published>2007-12-29T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:10:13.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LURE OF THE WOLF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/51LyoPLAR7L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="231" alt="" src="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/51LyoPLAR7L._SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Jennifer St. Giles&lt;br /&gt;Pocket, July 31, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mighty warriors sworn to protect humanity, the shape-shifters known as The Shadowmen move between two worlds. Now their dark leader has exiled himself from the spirit world, opening the door to the forces of chaos...and to the power of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half wolf, half man, Aragon has abandoned his brethren to repay a debt of honor; he is sworn to kill a rogue Blood Hunter, though exacting revenge will doom him to a ghostly existence trapped between two worlds. But when a mortal woman unexpectedly calls him to her side, the heat of her soft flesh arouses a hunger in him that threatens to complicate his mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Annette Batista, a dedicated healer, is determined to find her missing sister. With the amulet found at the site of her sister's disappearance, she unwittingly summons a shadowy warrior. She wonders if she can trust this powerful male named Aragon, who claims he can vanquish her sister's captor -- the very monster he's vowed to destroy. Or is Annette blinded by her shocking passion for the most alluring, mysterious man she's ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simonsays.com/content/book.cfm?tab=1&amp;amp;pid=534706&amp;amp;agid=2"&gt;Read an Excerpt!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-8201623395711956549?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/8201623395711956549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=8201623395711956549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/8201623395711956549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/8201623395711956549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2007/12/lure-of-wolf.html' title='THE LURE OF THE WOLF'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-94649479787504976</id><published>2007-12-29T11:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:08:32.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FANGED &amp; FABULOUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/12690000/12694229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="357" alt="" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/12690000/12694229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Michelle Rowen&lt;br /&gt;Warner Forever, July 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stake me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Sarah Dearly, and I've got major problems. Last month, I was turned into a vampire by the world's worst blind date. Then I may have, totally by accident, started a war between the mostly peaceful bloodsuckers and a bunch of sociopathic vamp hunters who have nicknamed me the Slayer of Slayers. Now I'm being used as bait to draw out the hunters' bad-ass leader, while my gorgeous 600-year-old boyfriend Thierry seems to be blowing me off, and my sizzle-hot, fanged friend Quinn is trying to turn my self-defense lessons into make-out sessions. So you know what? I'm done. I've had it. There comes a time when a vamp has to just suck it up and go after what she wants. And as soon as I figure out what that is, that's exactly what I'll do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michellerowen.com/ff_chap1.htm"&gt;Read an Excerpt!!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-94649479787504976?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/94649479787504976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=94649479787504976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/94649479787504976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/94649479787504976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2007/12/fanged-fabulous.html' title='FANGED &amp; FABULOUS'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-4114455649602618766</id><published>2007-12-29T11:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:06:41.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another from Robin Owens!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/516KHCTX11L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="237" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/516KHCTX11L._SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEART DANCE by Robin D. Owens&lt;br /&gt;Berkley Trade, July 3, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DuFleur Thyme is a scientist who's secretly experimenting with time. She'll allow no distractions from her work-not even from a HeartMate. Meanwhile, Saille T'Willow has sent his HeartGift out into the world in hopes of finding his HeartMate, who, it turns out, is DuFleur. Still, DuFleur wants nothing to do with Saille, especially when she discovers that it was his grandmother who brought about her father's ruin. Unfortunately, her body can't help but submit to the passion he stirs in her. But when a scandal threatens Saille's position as head of the family, will DuFleur stand by his side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robindowens.com/reads/01Heart%20Dance.pdf"&gt;Read an Excerpt!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-4114455649602618766?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/4114455649602618766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=4114455649602618766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/4114455649602618766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/4114455649602618766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-from-robin-owens.html' title='Another from Robin Owens!!!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-5712637096145966462</id><published>2007-12-29T11:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:05:00.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASURES OF THE NIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/P/0061230987.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_V23154607_SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="242" alt="" src="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/P/0061230987.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_V23154607_SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Sylvia Day&lt;br /&gt;ISBN: 0061230987&lt;br /&gt;HarperCollins Avon, April 24, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Twilight between sleep and consciousness, a battle rages between Dream Guardians and Nightmares. Captain Aidan Cross is a legend, as skilled in fulfilling erotic dreams as he is with the glaive that kills his enemies. Women see Aidan as part of their fantasies...except Lyssa Bates. Exquisite, desirable, enigmatic Lyssa perplexes this immortal seducer because she sees him as he really is. And as he attempts to unravel her secrets the unthinkable occurs: Aidan Cross falls in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyssa has been having the most incredible dreams about a man whose blue eyes hold the promise of decadent pleasures and tempting intimacies. And then he appears on her doorstep! This intoxicating stranger is just as irresistible as the man of her dreams...but with her surrender there is also grave danger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Aidan is on a mission, and the passion that consumes them body and soul could have dire consequences. Loving the mortal woman prophesied to destroy Aidan's world is not only impossible...it is forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardiannovels.com/novels/pleasures/aidan-ii/2/"&gt;Read an Excerpt!! &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-5712637096145966462?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/5712637096145966462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=5712637096145966462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/5712637096145966462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/5712637096145966462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2007/12/pleasures-of-night.html' title='PLEASURES OF THE NIGHT'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-3781536085511743949</id><published>2007-12-29T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:02:47.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMSEL UNDER STRESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/51U-Ccbk-4L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="256" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/51U-Ccbk-4L._SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Shanna Swendson&lt;br /&gt;May 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-do: Stop the bad guys. Rescue the wizard. Find the perfect outfit for New Year’s Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, Owen Palmer, the dreamboat wizard at Magic, Spells, and Illusions, Inc., has conjured up the courage to get Katie Chandler under the mistletoe at the office holiday party. But just when it looks like Katie has found her prince, in pops her inept fairy godmother, Ethelinda, to throw a wand into the works. Ehtelinda’s timing couldn’t be worse. A plot hatched by MSI’s rogue ex-employees, Idris and his evil fairy gal pal Ari, threatens to expose the company’s secrets &amp;shy; and the very existence of magic itself. Even worse, it could also mean the end of Katie’s happily-ever-after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Katie and Owen must work side by side (but alas, not cheek to cheek) to thwart the villains’ plans. Braving black-magic-wielding sorceresses, subway-dwelling dragons, lovelorn frog princes, and even the dreaded trip to meet Owen’s parents at Christmas, Katie and her beau are in a battle to beat Idris at his own sinister game. All mischief and matters of the heart will come to a head at a big New Year’s Eve gala, when the crystal ball will drop, champagne will pour, and Katie will find herself truly spellbound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shannaswendson.com/damselexcerpt.html"&gt;Read an Excerpt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-3781536085511743949?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3781536085511743949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=3781536085511743949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/3781536085511743949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/3781536085511743949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2007/12/damsel-under-stress.html' title='DAMSEL UNDER STRESS'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-7366530950950164829</id><published>2007-09-09T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T13:10:28.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLOL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9IacjxH3lY&amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ethemidnighthour%2Enet%2F"&gt;Check this out readers!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-7366530950950164829?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7366530950950164829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=7366530950950164829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/7366530950950164829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/7366530950950164829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2007/09/lolol.html' title='LOLOL!!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-7297906623366383802</id><published>2007-07-24T08:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T08:40:49.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RT Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vivianna.net/blog/wp-content/shomiauthors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand" height="464" alt="" src="http://www.vivianna.net/blog/wp-content/shomiauthors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were some people who reportedly got upset at Marianne Mancusi and Liz Maverick’s costumes during the booksigning at RT this year. I think they're really fun and I say good on you ladies! I'm posting this as a show of support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It constantly amazes me that we as authors can get so heated up about things that don't really matter. They look cute as buttons and not even that crazy. Yes they are showing some thigh, but anyone wearing a short skirt will show the same region. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who called me from RT to share in some of the fun, thanks for the calls (sorry I missed those ones after mid-night - LOL!) I'll most likely see you all in 2008!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/P/0505527251.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V41968999_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/P/0505527251.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V41968999_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OH! While I'm at it - let me go ahead and promo Marianne's new book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOONGAZER by Marianne Mancusi&lt;br /&gt;Dorchester, August 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine every night entering a nightmare world you can't escape and being told your life is a dream. Skye Brown has it all: the cool job, the hot boyfriend, the apartment on New York's Upper West Side. But lately she can't enjoy any of it. She's having dreams of a post-apocalyptic world. Of a bleak futuristic wasteland. Of a struggle against oppression. And she's been told she's a...&lt;br /&gt;MOONGAZER&lt;br /&gt;But what is that? And what is reality? In her dreams, she's not Skye Brown at all, but Mariah Quinn. In her dreams there's Dawn, the beautiful yet haunted soldier, and Skye is but the empty shell of a girl he once loved. And there was a betrayal, a great betrayal. Ripped between Dark Siders and club kids, the mundane and the mystic, Skye must discover who she is, what she wants and who wants her. And why. But in the glow of the moon, it's not always easy to recognize the face in the mirror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-7297906623366383802?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/7297906623366383802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=7297906623366383802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/7297906623366383802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/7297906623366383802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2007/07/rt-drama.html' title='RT Drama'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-3554321938721526381</id><published>2007-07-24T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T08:18:44.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images/0446618381/ref=dp_image_0/102-1632731-2872900?ie=UTF8&amp;n=283155&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/P/045122096X.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V46055133_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="215" alt="" src="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/P/045122096X.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V46055133_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARALLEL SEDUCTION by Deidre Knight&lt;br /&gt;Signet, April 3, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author of Parallel Attraction unleashes the next novel in a series about an alternate world, where treachery can destroy the strongest of allies, the most loyal of friendships, and the fiercest of passions...Warrior Jake Tierny travels back in time to stop a traitor in his beloved king's camp. But when a twist of fate proves the mission unnecessary, Jake is trapped in a time not his own, with friends who cannot learn his true identity.Scott Dillon may be the king's trusted lieutenant, but he is also a man at war with himself, a human hybrid who refuses to succumb to the Antousian nature he abhors-and that Jake Tierny embodies.FBI linguist Hope Harper refuses to let near-blindness keep her from joining the Refarians in their war to defend mankind. Yet her sizzling attraction to both Scott and Jake, and the strange memories they share, force all three to question the core of their beliefs. As their enemies surround them, Hope knows she must choose one man for all time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIGHT UNSEEN by Samantha Graves&lt;br /&gt;Warner Books; April 1 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven Callahan doesn’t do it for the money. She does it for the thrills. As a consultant for API, an art recover company, she gets to steal—legally. But when her colleague is kidnapped during an assignment, Raven is forced to steal a priceless master painting to save his life.&lt;br /&gt;David “Dax” Maddox was the perfect street cop—until a botched burglary raid cost his partner his life and Dax his ability to see color. Now, with his world gray, Dax has only one mission: to take down the murderer. And he’ll use anyone—even a sexy thief with questionable ethics—to get justice.&lt;br /&gt;Soon Dax and Raven are forced together as pawns in a madman’s scheme. From the heart of Cuba to the New York art world, they find themselves in a race against time to stop the ultimate revenge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-3554321938721526381?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3554321938721526381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=3554321938721526381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/3554321938721526381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/3554321938721526381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-books.html' title='New Books!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-3595356436998952649</id><published>2007-03-18T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:23:01.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nalinisingh.com/images/Visions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="296" alt="" src="http://www.nalinisingh.com/images/Visions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;VISIONS OF HEAT by Nalini Singh&lt;br /&gt;Berkley Sensation / March 6, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go deeper into the world of the Psy and the changelings, where a gifted woman sees passion in her future-a passion that is absolutely forbidden by her kind... Used to cold silence, Faith NightStar is suddenly being tormented by dark visions of blood and murder. A bad sign for anyone, but worse for Faith, an F-Psy with the highly sought after ability to predict the future. Then the visions show her something even more dangerous-aching need...exquisite pleasure. But so powerful is her sight, so fragile the state of her mind, that the very emotions she yearns to embrace could be the end of her. Changeling Vaughn D'Angelo can take either man or jaguar form, but it is his animal side that is overwhelmingly drawn to Faith. The jaguar's instinct is to claim this woman it finds so utterly fascinating and the man has no argument. But while Vaughn craves sensation and hungers to pleasure Faith in every way, desire is a danger that could snap the last threads of her sanity. And there are Psy who need Faith's sight for their own purposes. They must keep her silenced-and keep her from Vaughn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/12000000/12007453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="379" alt="" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/12000000/12007453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;NEW MOON by Rebecca York&lt;br /&gt;Berkley Sensation; March 6, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in one man's true nature to remain by the side of the woman he loves, rather than live without her in his own universe...&lt;br /&gt;Landscape architect Logan Marshall is out for a jog—in his werewolf form—when a trap catches his paw. As it saps his strength, he is saved by another werewolf, who—to Logan's amazement—is female.&lt;br /&gt;Female werewolves aren't supposed to exist. But Rinna is a shapeshifter from another dimension who's traveled through a portal to this world. And the trap that ensnared Logan was set by her former captor, and meant for her...&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as Rinna and Logan touch, an electrifying bond forms between them. Unable to resist his desire for Rinna, in all her many forms, Logan will have to earn her trust, and travel through both dimensions to save her—and earth—from the wrath of her enemy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-3595356436998952649?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3595356436998952649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=3595356436998952649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/3595356436998952649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/3595356436998952649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-books.html' title='New Books!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-3652758432915583100</id><published>2007-02-28T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T17:48:44.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Whispers Has Released!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.scarletpublishing.com/whispers/images/covers/night_whispers_1.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" height="325" alt="" src="http://www.scarletpublishing.com/whispers/images/covers/night_whispers_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night Whispers Volume I&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;Myla Jackson, Vivi Anna, Delilah Devlin, &amp;&lt;br /&gt;Leigh Wyndfield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Available in paperback only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Night-Whispers-Delilah-Devlin-Jackson/dp/0978536886/sr=1-1/qid=1171408925/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-6121823-6313620?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&amp;amp;EAN=9780978536886&amp;itm=4"&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Noble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.booksamillion.com/ncom/books?id=3714091179141&amp;isbn=0978536886"&gt;Books-a-Million&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dark Heat by Leigh Wyndfield&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do in the dark heat of a dungeon when a man offers his protection in exchange for passion you’d never dreamed possible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When healer Caelan angers her King, she’s thrown into prison where she bargains her body to a warrior awaiting execution for a crime he didn’t commit.  Garron’s very name means protector, and he’s willing to trade protection to get his hands on a woman who smells like freedom and tastes like passion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But their special powers unite, turning lust into something unforeseen.  Soon they are forced to choose between freedom and their growing love in the dark heat of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sanctuary by Delilah Devlin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the post-Apocalyptic future, a woman rancher runs a last refuge for human survivors of a nuclear winter in West Texas. When the security of the sanctuary is breached, she must place her trust in one of the creatures freed by perpetual darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a post-Apocalyptic future with cities decimated by man-made disease and nuclear winter, people have fled to rural areas to become the prey of criminals, werebeasts, and vampires. Rancher Kate McKinnon runs "Sanctuary"-- a last refuge on the western frontier. While driving her surviving wranglers and integrating refugees into their self-sufficient refuge, she escapes her responsibilities the only way she has left--via Hamm radio to pockets of other survivors. One man, Ty Bennett, is her confidante and she thinks she might be falling in love with him. Although they've never met, he seems to know her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a patrol to siphon gasoline to run the ranch's generator, Kate and her cowboys are surrounded by a werepack. After she's rescued by a small band of militaristic "brothers" she brings the wounded home only to discover she's brought vampires into the refuge. Ty is the man she's poured her heart to on the radio. Already half in love with the human woman, Ty offers added muscle to her defenses. Fighting his own nature and appetites, he seeks redemption for his many sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Kate get past her prejudice and choking responsibilities to trust him with their lives, even as she succumbs to his seduction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tempting by Myla Jackson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sisters and elite members of the Paranormal Investigative Agency (PIA) use themselves as bait to discover who’s kidnapping beautiful young women. When one of the sisters disappears, the other turns to a vampire, a breed she’s sworn to kill, for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elite Paranormal Investigative Agent, Reggie Gallagher, hates vampires. After dozens of beautiful women are kidnapped off the streets of Houston, Reggie and her sister set themselves up as bait to catch those responsible for the disappearances. The mission goes sour, her sister vanishes, and Reggie is surrounded by a rabid pack of vampires only to be rescued by another one of the long-toothed creatures of the night.  Forced to accept his protection, she bides her time with the sexy beast until she can get back out on the streets to find her only living relative and bring the bad vampires down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the woman he thought he loved turned Nicolae Kovac into a vampire over four hundred years ago, he swore he’d never trust another woman with his heart. Then he saved a hell cat from a band of vicious vampires only to find himself falling for her hot temper and fierce love for her family. Together Nicolae and Reggie must find the missing sister and deal with the evil threat behind the disappearances while fighting their growing attraction for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awakening by Vivi Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Branlyn Carmichael has been having dreams. Sensual, hot dreams about a stranger with long, blond hair and pale eyes. A stranger, yet, he is somehow familiar. Nightly he visits, awakening not just her body, but also her memories. Memories of her childhood home and the horrible tragedy she witnessed there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fifteen years of running, it is time to go back to face her past.  She can no longer deny the events she has seen or her connection to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she returns, she finds her dream man waiting for her not in her mind but in her bed. He is flesh and blood, claiming to be her protector, sent to shield her from a dark seductive power that wants to possess her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The closer Branlyn comes to the truth, the further she races from reality.  Soon she is spiraling down into a place of darkness where vampires are real, and a battle is raging between two factions of the same world. Caught in the middle, she finds safety and passion in her guardian’s arms.  She is drawn to him like no other. It is within him that she discovers the secret to end the war.  However, there is a price to unlock it…her soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-3652758432915583100?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/3652758432915583100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=3652758432915583100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/3652758432915583100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/3652758432915583100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2007/02/night-whispers-has-released.html' title='Night Whispers Has Released!!!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-6425799416435849065</id><published>2007-02-28T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T17:40:29.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Books!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/0373771924.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V48704388_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOON AWAKENING by Lucy Monroe&lt;br /&gt;Berkley Sensation February 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/P/0425214265.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V40879991_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/P/0425214265.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V40879991_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An enthralling new romantic tale that pushes the boundaries between love and hate, passion and pain-and man and beast... When Emily Hamilton's family is ordered to send a woman to the Scottish highlands for marriage to the laird of the Sinclair, Emily volunteers in order to save her younger sister from such a fate. But at her new home, the only friend she finds is the laird's sister-especially after Emily's stubborn streak causes the laird to cancel the marriage. And though her plans have gone awry, she refuses to return home...Lachlan Balmoral is laird of his clan-and leader of his pack. One of the most feared werewolves prowling the Highlands, he is on the march against the hated Sinclair, who have abducted a Balmoral woman. He kidnaps the sister of the Sinclair laird, planning to marry her off in revenge-but the woman he takes along with her proves to be the greater prize...For Emily feeds a desire he has never known existed. And though Lachlan would not think of touching his enemy's betrothed, he must know how a mere woman could tame his heart so easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLOOD SECRETS by Vivi Anna&lt;br /&gt;Silhouette Nocturne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/P/0373617585.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V48704448_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="200" alt="" src="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/P/0373617585.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V48704448_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A young human woman is found ritualistically murdered in a downtown Necropolis hotel. It is up to Caine Valorian, a 200-year-old vampire, and his Otherworld Crime Unit to solve the unusual crime, and quickly before the human press can jump onto the story and cause a panic. To add to their already tough case, a new member, Eve Grant, transfers to their lab at the request of the mayor. Not only is she green and eager to impress the boss, but she's human. The first human ever to work in an Otherworld unit. The mayor thought it would be great press especially now with the strange human murder. Caine has his work cut out for him, especially with his unruly team who don't appreciate any help from a human. Not only is this the toughest case of his career, but he's unusually attracted to the new girl, which can only cause trouble for them all. However, as they sink deeper and deeper into the workings of the case, Caine and Eve become closer and closer. So close that neither of them can see past each other and at the real happenings behind the scenes. The more they poke and prod at the case, the more they realize that something is going on, that this murder is only one step toward a greater purpose. Someone in the Otherworld community is calling on dark forces, in a plot to wipe out the entire human population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY FAVORITE EARTHLING by Susan Grant&lt;br /&gt;HQN; March 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/0373771924.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V48704388_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="183" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/0373771924.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V48704388_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even a Goddess can have a bad day...Keira, warrior-queen of the galaxy, is as famous for her beauty as she is for avoiding marriage. But when an upstart little planet called Earth threatens her world with its fleet of spaceships, the fate of her people lies in her hands. She must bind herself to a barbarian from the rogue world...or face the destruction of her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's what he never knew he always wanted...Confirmed bachelor Jared Jasper knew the trick Earth pulled on the alien invaders wasn't a permanent solution. What they needed was a peace treaty. It just never occurred to him that he would wind up on the bargaining table. Playing the pushover groom to a mouthy alien babe who knows how to use a plasma sword is not exactly his idea of fun. But with six-billion people depending on him, he doesn't have much choice--sleep with the enemy...or bring on interstellar war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange bedmates? You bet. But this alliance may turn into a romance the likes of which this galaxy's never seen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-6425799416435849065?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/6425799416435849065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=6425799416435849065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/6425799416435849065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/6425799416435849065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-books.html' title='New Books!!!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-117088754575239583</id><published>2007-02-07T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:41:47.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISLAND HEAT by Susan Kearney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/076535666X.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V46350350_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="186" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/076535666X.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V46350350_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISLAND HEAT by Susan Kearney&lt;br /&gt;Tor Romance February 6, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dominated with an otherworldly seductive power . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was happening to her? Former screen siren Shara Weston lived on an exotic and private South Pacific island as a recluse . . . until disturbingly masculine and utterly captivating Cade Archer fell out of the sky and into her life. Now, Cade gives her no choice but to follow him down a sensual path that fulfills her every desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade's on a mission to open a portal between Shara's island volcano and his world. But not everyone wants him to succeed. A powerful enemy has followed Cade to prevent him from sending the resources through the portal that will free his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Cade's mission is as compelling as his dominating sensuality, Shara must find a way to fight him . . . to stop his mission because the fate of every man, woman and child on Earth is at stake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-117088754575239583?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/117088754575239583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=117088754575239583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/117088754575239583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/117088754575239583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2007/02/island-heat-by-susan-kearney.html' title='ISLAND HEAT by Susan Kearney'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-117088733330193508</id><published>2007-02-07T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:28:53.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT RISING by Chris Marie Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/0441014674.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V36092462_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="232" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/0441014674.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V36092462_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT RISING by Chris Marie Green&lt;br /&gt;Ace, February 6, 2007&lt;br /&gt;0-441-01467-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Hollywood—after dark…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuntwoman Dawn Madison is a girl with attitude—and a lot of issues, mostly about living up to the legacy of her mother, a world famous movie star whose untimely death left Dawn to be raised by her dad Frank, nobody’s notion of single-father-of-the-year. Now that she’s grown up, she and Frank aren’t on the best of terms, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, he is her dad, and when he vanishes while investigating the bizarre sighting—caught on film—of a supposedly long-dead child star, she comes home to Tinseltown to join the search for him. Working with his colleagues—a psychic short in stature but big in dreams, a beautiful Latina techno-geek, and the P. I. firm’s never-seen boss—she discovers an erotic and bloody underground society made up of creatures she thought existed only on screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are devious. They are deadly. And some of them are dangerously attractive…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-117088733330193508?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/117088733330193508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=117088733330193508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/117088733330193508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/117088733330193508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2007/02/night-rising-by-chris-marie-green.html' title='NIGHT RISING by Chris Marie Green'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-117088708160037114</id><published>2007-02-07T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:26:49.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robin Owens pubs again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/0373802641.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V47698873_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="261" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/0373802641.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V47698873_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROTECTOR OF THE FLIGHT by Robin D. Owens&lt;br /&gt;Luna February 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If horses could fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Calli Torcher might ride again. But a devastating accident left her in such pain, she thought the chimes and chanting in her ears were a hallucination...until she found herself transported to another world, and met the Lladranans who had Summoned her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lladrana was a parallel, magical earth filled with exotic creatures, noble humans and magic– all threatened by an encroaching evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the might volarans stopped obeying the Chevaliers, the flying horses' unexpected rebellion had thrown Lladrana into an uproar. In desperation, the sorcerers had sought help from afar - and gotten Calli. If she could fulfill this mission perhaps she would also finally find all she had longed for – a mate, a home, a family. But against this great darkness she had no battle experience, no strategy plans. She had only a bond with horses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-117088708160037114?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/117088708160037114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=117088708160037114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/117088708160037114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/117088708160037114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2007/02/robin-owens-pubs-again.html' title='Robin Owens pubs again!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-116870565749062743</id><published>2007-01-13T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:13:55.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURVIVING DEMON ISLAND by Jaci Burton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jaciburton.com/suvivingdemonisland_200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="373" alt="" src="http://www.jaciburton.com/suvivingdemonisland_200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looooooove Jaci Burton!!! She rocks not only as an author, but as a writer too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out her newest release!!&lt;br /&gt;SURVIVING DEMON ISLAND by Jaci Burton&lt;br /&gt;Bantam/Dell         December 26, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's all curves and combat boots.&lt;br /&gt;He's six feet of lean, dangerous male.&lt;br /&gt;Join them in a game of survival.&lt;br /&gt;That's as real - and hot - as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;What's America's top female action star doing on a tropical island shrouded in secrecy? To Gina Bliss, competing in a survival-type reality show is a nice change from fending off on-screen villains. Until she meets real-life action hero Derek Marks. A survival specialist in a tight black T and sexy stubble, he's arousing every bad-boy fantasy she's ever had...and testing her survival skills to the max.&lt;br /&gt;Martial arts, jungle warfare - Derek's done it all. But his latest mission is more dangerous than a stick of dynamite. Try telling that to the sexy, adrenaline-pumped actress who's got his libido racing off the charts. As the heat rises between them and real-life violence erupts, suddenly Derek and Gina are on the run...and when they uncover a secret so explosive it could blow the lid of their so-called reality show, these two unlikely heroes are about to discover what surviving's really about....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-116870565749062743?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/116870565749062743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=116870565749062743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/116870565749062743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/116870565749062743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2007/01/surviving-demon-island-by-jaci-burton.html' title='SURVIVING DEMON ISLAND by Jaci Burton'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-116870551893679917</id><published>2007-01-13T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T08:25:18.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>Howdy all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to everyone!!  I hope all your goals and dreams come true in 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to get back to regular blogging soon!!  However, I've gone ahead and made it so you have to log in to leave comments here.  I know that's a pain, but I spend a lot of time tracking down comments made by people who want to sell you a mortgage or a penis enlargement - LOL!  And I've finally reached the end of my rope with that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies if it makes it harder for those of you who want to leave comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2007!&lt;br /&gt;Leigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-116870551893679917?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/116870551893679917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=116870551893679917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/116870551893679917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/116870551893679917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-116743396111005578</id><published>2006-12-29T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T15:12:41.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My recent reads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/P/0765315858.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V62234549_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/P/0765315858.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V62234549_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me tell you about a book I've hear rocks - VENUS ENVY by Shannon McKelden!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take one hunky firefighter, one stubborn "Cinderella," and one very reluctant fairy godmother and what do you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Greer wants no part of Venus's scheme to land Mr. March as her Prince Charming, but Venus is determined to do just that. She's only a few love-life fixes short of returning to her former goddess status, and she's not letting one mulish mortal stand in her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears the only way Rachel can get rid of the very un-Disney-like fairy godmother is to play along. So she follows Venus's plan to interview Luke Stanton's ex-girlfriends...which Venus believes will cure Rachel's relationship fears, but which Rachel knows will only prove her point that men are never what they appear to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when Venus's plan appears to work, and Rachel and Luke fall in love, does Rachel dare set aside her fears about happily ever? Or will betrayal send her back into relationship seclusion...this time forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happens when a goddess-turned-fairy godmother breaks the most important rule--protecting herself from human emotions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two books I've read and LOVED them both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/0515142166.01._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_SCLZZZZZZZ_V61198443_."&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand" height="237" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/0515142166.01._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_SCLZZZZZZZ_V61198443_." border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, Christine Feehan's newest - CONSPIRACY GAME. I'm very glad that Feehan has gone back to writing stories I like. Her last couple didn't do it for me, but I really enjoyed this one. If you've given up on Feehan, as I know some of you have, this one is not only a great read but her craft has really smoothed and grown since she left Dorchester. Point of View is solid, the characters (which I've always thought she's done well) are great in this one. The plot is unbelievable but it's always unbelievable so check your internal nay-sayer at the door and enjoy this ride!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://robinowens.com/images/HeartQuest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="204" alt="" src="http://robinowens.com/images/HeartQuest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second book I recommend is Roben Owen's HEART QUEST.  More good fun in this alternate world full of magic and soul mates!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-116743396111005578?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/116743396111005578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=116743396111005578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/116743396111005578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/116743396111005578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-recent-reads.html' title='My recent reads'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-115989259929761223</id><published>2006-10-03T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T09:24:38.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two new must reads!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/11350000/11359440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" height="346" alt="" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/11350000/11359440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLAVE TO SENSATION by Nalini Singh&lt;br /&gt;(Berkley Sensation, September 5, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dive into a world torn apart by a powerful race with phenomenal powers of the mind—and none of the heart…&lt;br /&gt;In a world that denies emotions, where the ruling Psy punish any sign of desire, Sascha Duncan must conceal the feelings that brand her as flawed. To reveal them would be to sentence herself to the horror of “rehabilitation”— the complete psychic erasure of everything she ever was….&lt;br /&gt;Both human and animal, Lucas Hunter is a Changeling hungry for the very sensations the Psy disdain. After centuries of uneasy co-existence, these two races are now on the verge of war over the brutal murders of several Changeling women. Lucas is determined to find the Psy killer who butchered his packmate, and Sascha is his ticket into their closely guarded society. But he soon discovers that this ice-cold Psy is very capable of passion—and that the animal in him is fascinated by her. Caught between their conflicting worlds, Lucas and Sascha must remain bound to their identities—or sacrifice everything for a taste of darkest temptation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nalinisingh.com/slave.html"&gt;Excerpt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****I have heard NOTHING but great stuff about this book!! I'm picking it up this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/11340000/11344383.jpg"&gt;SEDUCED BY MAGIC by Cheyenne McCray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(St. Martin’s; October 3, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESIRE&lt;br /&gt;Copper Ashcroft is an accomplished D'Anu witch, but the magic she wields is a potent force—strong enough to hurl her into a mysterious Otherworld when a spell backfires. Before Copper can escape, another being is pulled into her realm—Tiernan, a powerfully virile Tuatha D'Danann warrior. Blond, blue-eyed, and shamelessly seductive, Tiernan could be Copper's savior…and his touch sets her body on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUTY&lt;br /&gt;Like others of his kind, Tiernan stands alongside the D'Anu witches to battle the demons of the Underworld. Obligation to his cause and his people cautions against any entanglement with Copper, yet each second spent with this beautiful, uninhibited woman stirs an insatiable hunger. Desire explodes into carnal bliss, but the visions that haunt Copper's dreams are growing stronger, and they foretell a terrifying evil waiting to be unleashed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESTINY&lt;br /&gt;Saving the city will take more than brute strength…more than witchcraft. Only together can Copper and Tiernan find a way to overcome the dark forces—and seize a passion that has bewitched them both..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cheyennemccray.com/books/magicseries/seduced-exc.htm"&gt;Excerpt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-115989259929761223?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115989259929761223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=115989259929761223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/115989259929761223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/115989259929761223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/10/two-new-must-reads.html' title='Two new must reads!!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-115565178535789952</id><published>2006-08-15T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T07:23:05.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest!!</title><content type='html'>HIDE AND GO SEEK GAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the upcoming paperback release of Night Whispers, Volume I, a spicy combination of four hot novellas, we want to play a little hide and go seek with you beginning August 15th and ending September 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are simple: We've placed a small image of the upcoming Night Whispers anthology on each of the websites listed below. 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Hunky interstellar fugitive, aisle 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With outrageously false accusations piling up against her famous political family and an ex-fiancé in hot water determined to take her down with him, the last thing Jana Jasper needs is more trouble--especially man trouble. But when she heads to the grocery store for an ice cream fix, not only does the muscled hunk in the frozen foods section ranting about spaceships and invasions look crazy, he looks... familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cavin of Far Star has never forgotten the girl he met during his weeks spent on that quaint little world, planet Earth, the girl who didn't believe he was real. And now he'll risk his future to save her. All she has to do is take him to her leader. Simple enough plan--although Jana isn't so easily convinced. Hell-bent on charming his way past her defenses, he's determined to stay one step ahead of the galaxy's most feared assassin--and may just capture his favorite Earthling's heart in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.susangrant.com/books/planet.htm"&gt;Excerpt Here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGEL WITH ATTITUDE by Michelle Rowen&lt;br /&gt;(Warner Forever, July 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're hot for a demon, you might as well kiss your halo good-bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling naked into the killer whale tank at MarineLand is always bad news, but it's a real bummer when you've just been kicked out of Heaven. Former angel Valerie Grace is determined to reverse her banishment-Earth's just no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her best friend is a slightly perverted human-turned-rat, and she's being tailed by a sexy Tempter Demon named Nathaniel, who's trying to lure her to hell with kisses that are almost worth the trip. With the talking rodent sneaking peeks down her shirt and Nathaniel getting more irresistible every minute, this ex-angel has only one hope: find the stolen Key to Heaven and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the oddest thing happens-Nathaniel starts to show signs of loyalty and love. And soon Val is asking herself if it is such a bad thing to have the hots for a demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michellerowen.com/ex-angelwithattitude.shtml"&gt;Excerpt Here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT, NO ROSES?  by Marianne Mancusi&lt;br /&gt;(Love Spell, July 4, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought your Valentine's Day was bad?&lt;br /&gt;AND ALL THAT JAZZUnless Dora Duncan can stop it, it's going to be another St. Valentine's Day Massacre. A year ago, her (now ex) boyfriend Nick stood her up at the worst possible moment. That was when she gave up important TV reporting for stories like "Too Stressed for Sex." And though such clips have a certain relevance, things have been a whole lot quieter. Too quiet. Until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's gotta go back in time (don't ask!) and stop that very same Nick from messing up the time-space continuum. She has to travel back to a place where everybody speaks easy and cuts a rug-and this Chicago ain't no musical. Here, there are tommy guns and torpedoes, guys and dolls, gin joints, flappers, stoolies, rats and a whole lot more; and prohibition means anything but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 1920s. Time for Dora to roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dorchesterpub.com/Dorch/SpecialFeatures.cfm?Special_ID=2107"&gt;Excerpt Here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-115342829455548661?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115342829455548661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=115342829455548661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/115342829455548661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/115342829455548661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-releases.html' title='New Releases'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-115031776012769572</id><published>2006-06-14T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:47:39.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Books!  Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.juliekenner.com/CaliforniaDemon.htm"&gt;CALIFORNIA DEMON: The Secret Life of a Demon-Hunting Soccer Mom by Julie Kenner&lt;br /&gt;(Berkley Trade, June 2006) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a mother to do, when there are only so many hours in the day, and the fate of the world is in her hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Connor was a retired demon hunter. Now, after fourteen years busting her tail as a suburban housewife, raising two kids, and supporting her husband's political ambitions, she's rejoined the workforce-and except for a few minions of evil, no one has a clue. She tries hard to keep her home and work lives separate-a good idea when your job involves random slaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between fending off demon attacks, trying to figure out why the mysterious new teacher at the high school seems so strangely familiar, and keeping a watchful eye on her daughter's growing infatuation with a surfer dude, Kate is the busiest-and most dangerous-soccer mom on the block…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mywebpages.comcast.net/glick/sneak-p24.htm"&gt;SHADOW OF THE MOON by Rebecca York&lt;br /&gt;(Berkley, June 6, 2006)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance Marshall has a nose for great news stories-not surprising, since he's aided by his werewolf abilities. Now he's prowling outside an ultra-exclusive Washington, D.C. nightclub-"The Castle." But he is not alone. Savannah Carpenter wants to know how her sister ended up in a coma, and she knows that The Castle has something to do with it. But when Lance and Savannah pretend to be lovers to gain entrance, they learn that deception and unbridled lust can be a dangerous combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jaciburton.com/outofdark.html"&gt;OUT OF THE DARKNESS by Jaci Burton and C. J. Burton&lt;br /&gt;(Ellora’s Cave) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harlee has lived as a human her entire life, working as a psychiatrist on a secret government project evaluating captured werewolves and vampires. Then one night two strangers jerk her from her bed, blindfold her and turn her world upside down. She is taken deep into the realm of lycans and vampires and told an unbelievable story-that she is the daughter of a forbidden union between a vampire and a werewolf and now possibly the future leader of both their clans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't believe them. Vampires and werewolves are the enemies of humans. She hangs onto her humanity, her one and only goal to escape from her sexy and enigmatic captors before she loses her heart and possibly her very soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vampire Adrian's and the lycan Duncan's goals are entirely different-to mate with the fiery beauty and determine whether her dominant blood is vampire or werewolf. One merely desires her. One will claim her for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dark forces turn what begins as a search for identity into a struggle for survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jenniferstgiles.com/midnightsecrets.shtml"&gt;MIDNIGHT SECRETS by Jennifer St. Giles&lt;br /&gt;(Berkeley, May 2, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When two are born together, one will die by the other's hand..." This is the Dragon's Curse that has plagued the Killdarens for generations and continues on in this tale set on the Cornish Coast of 1879 England. Sean and Alex thought they'd escaped the Dragon's curse until in a rage of suspicion and accusation the twins come close to killing each other the night the woman they both loved was murdered. Eight years later, the only thing they agree on is to remain unwed and childless, to never pass on the Dragon's Curse. Then another woman disappears. This time from Sean Killdaren's castle and his reclusive world is shattered when Cassie Andrews, a journalist, goes undercover as a downstairs maid. He can no more ignore her than he can ignore the murderer hiding behind the secrets of Killdaren Castle's stone walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shannaswendson.com/stilettos.html"&gt;ONCE UPON STILETTOS by Shanna Swendson&lt;br /&gt;(Ballantine Books, April 25, 2006) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left Katie Chandler at the end of Enchanted, Inc., she had helped her new employers, Magic, Spells, and Illusions, Inc. defeat Phelan Idris, a rogue wizard intent on stealing spells. By her side, and leading the battle, was hunky wizard Owen. Katie and Owen are still fighting their attraction to each other in Shanna Swendson’s hilarious and charming sequel Once Upon Stilettos, but first they have to track down a corporate spy before the company dissolves into paranoia. Then at the worst possible time, Katie's immunity to magic goes on the blink. At least she's having better luck in her social life, with men falling at her feet everywhere she goes. Has she really become that irresistible, or is it the new red shoes she felt compelled to buy? Polish your fairy wings, put on your magic shoes, click your heels three times, and join Shanna Swendson for a romantic romp amidst fairies, goblins, wizards and gargoyles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-115031776012769572?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115031776012769572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=115031776012769572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/115031776012769572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/115031776012769572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-books-woohoo.html' title='New Books!  Woohoo!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-115031724448360949</id><published>2006-06-14T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:34:04.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Books Coming Out Left and Right!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! More fine reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/042521043X.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="352" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/042521043X.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALIFORNIA DEMON: The Secret Life of a Demon-Hunting Soccer Mom by Julie Kenner&lt;br /&gt;(Berkley Trade, June 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a mother to do, when there are only so many hours in the day, and the fate of the world is in her hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Connor was a retired demon hunter. Now, after fourteen years busting her tail as a suburban housewife, raising two kids, and supporting her husband's political ambitions, she's rejoined the workforce-and except for a few minions of evil, no one has a clue. She tries hard to keep her home and work lives separate-a good idea when your job involves random slaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between fending off demon attacks, trying to figure out why the mysterious new teacher at the high school seems so strangely familiar, and keeping a watchful eye on her daughter's growing infatuation with a surfer dude, Kate is the busiest-and most dangerous-soccer mom on the block…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/042520961X.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="281" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/042520961X.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHADOW OF THE MOON by Rebecca York&lt;br /&gt;(Berkley, June 6, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance Marshall has a nose for great news stories-not surprising, since he's aided by his werewolf abilities. Now he's prowling outside an ultra-exclusive Washington, D.C. nightclub-"The Castle." But he is not alone. Savannah Carpenter wants to know how her sister ended up in a coma, and she knows that The Castle has something to do with it. But when Lance and Savannah pretend to be lovers to gain entrance, they learn that deception and unbridled lust can be a dangerous combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1419954180.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_V52651030_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="234" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1419954180.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_V52651030_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT OF THE DARKNESS by Jaci Burton and C. J. Burton&lt;br /&gt;(Ellora’s Cave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harlee has lived as a human her entire life, working as a psychiatrist on a secret government project evaluating captured werewolves and vampires. Then one night two strangers jerk her from her bed, blindfold her and turn her world upside down. She is taken deep into the realm of lycans and vampires and told an unbelievable story-that she is the daughter of a forbidden union between a vampire and a werewolf and now possibly the future leader of both their clans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't believe them. Vampires and werewolves are the enemies of humans. She hangs onto her humanity, her one and only goal to escape from her sexy and enigmatic captors before she loses her heart and possibly her very soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vampire Adrian's and the lycan Duncan's goals are entirely different-to mate with the fiery beauty and determine whether her dominant blood is vampire or werewolf. One merely desires her. One will claim her for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dark forces turn what begins as a search for identity into a struggle for survival.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIDNIGHT SECRETS by Jennifer St. Giles&lt;br /&gt;(Berkeley, May 2, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When two are born together, one will die by the other's hand..." This is the Dragon's Curse that has plagued the Killdarens for generations and continues on in this tale set on the Cornish Coast of 1879 England. Sean and Alex thought they'd escaped the Dragon's curse until in a rage of suspicion and accusation the twins come close to killing each other the night the woman they both loved was murdered. Eight years later, the only thing they agree on is to remain unwed and childless, to never pass on the Dragon's Curse. Then another woman disappears. This time from Sean Killdaren's castle and his reclusive world is shattered when Cassie Andrews, a journalist, goes undercover as a downstairs maid. He can no more ignore her than he can ignore the murderer hiding behind the secrets of Killdaren Castle's stone walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jenniferstgiles.com/midnightsecrets.shtml"&gt;READ EXCERPT HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE UPON STILETTOS by Shanna Swendson&lt;br /&gt;(Ballantine Books, April 25, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left Katie Chandler at the end of Enchanted, Inc., she had helped her new employers, Magic, Spells, and Illusions, Inc. defeat Phelan Idris, a rogue wizard intent on stealing spells. By her side, and leading the battle, was hunky wizard Owen. Katie and Owen are still fighting their attraction to each other in Shanna Swendson’s hilarious and charming sequel Once Upon Stilettos, but first they have to track down a corporate spy before the company dissolves into paranoia. Then at the worst possible time, Katie's immunity to magic goes on the blink. At least she's having better luck in her social life, with men falling at her feet everywhere she goes. Has she really become that irresistible, or is it the new red shoes she felt compelled to buy? Polish your fairy wings, put on your magic shoes, click your heels three times, and join Shanna Swendson for a romantic romp amidst fairies, goblins, wizards and gargoyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shannaswendson.com/stilettos.html"&gt;READ EXCERPT HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-115031724448360949?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/115031724448360949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=115031724448360949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/115031724448360949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/115031724448360949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-books-coming-out-left-and-right.html' title='New Books Coming Out Left and Right!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-114558501699789548</id><published>2006-04-20T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:03:37.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angela Knight has a new book out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0425207439.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="390" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0425207439.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look here all!!  Angela's MASTER OF WOLVES is now in bookstores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MASTER OF WOLVES by Angela Knight&lt;br /&gt;(Berkeley Sensation, April 4, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jim London's best friend is murdered, Jim vows to catch the killer.  Leaving it for the local police to solve is out of the question, because he suspects they are involved.&lt;br /&gt;Jim is more than capable of taking action if they are -- he's a werewolf. Realizing the only way to investigate the department is from the inside, he decides to go undercover -- as a police K-9.&lt;br /&gt;His "handler" is lovely Faith Weston, the only person on the Clarkston Police Department who isn't up to her neck in murder.  But Faith has no idea her "dog" Rambo is a werewolf, or that the department she serves is rotten with corruption.&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't take her long to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelasknights.com/masterofwolves.htm"&gt;Read an excerpt here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-114558501699789548?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114558501699789548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=114558501699789548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114558501699789548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114558501699789548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/04/angela-knight-has-new-book-out.html' title='Angela Knight has a new book out'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-114433228239126722</id><published>2006-04-06T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T07:08:09.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Love</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you guys are watching this new HBO series, BIG LOVE, about a polygamous family in Utah... but I think I'm hooked! And it may not be for the reason everyone else is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/1600/252x190_bill_family01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="129" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/320/252x190_bill_family01.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The story line, if you haven't seen it, is about this guy, his three wives and their seven kids. They live in three houses side by side, sharing a back yard, trying to hide the fact they're all married and fake out the neighbors that they're really normal people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What captures my attention is the man in all this. Here is every guy's wet dream - three sexy women all wanting sex on their night (they rotate, working out a complex system, trading nights around to the point that the husband ends up in the wrong bed half the time). But the husband, who is a successful business man being threatened by this evil "prophet" guy who runs the church they've tried to escape from, is constantly overwhelmed by his three wives, to the point that he's having performance problems in the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/1600/252x190_bill_family02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/320/252x190_bill_family02.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Viagra took care of that, but this family is so embroiled in secrets and lies, with everyone trying to handle their problems on their own, it makes a viewer’s head spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I like so much about this series is that the problems they're dealing with are all so real. The second wife wracks up credit card debt, for example. Of course she's $58,000 in the hole, but it's still something that could happen. The third wife is so needy for love and a family, we believe her motivations for joining this nutty family. The first wife struggles to keep everyone together and functioning, while things constantly try to pull them apart at the seams. I keep waiting for everything to blow at any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/1600/252x190_bill_family03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/320/252x190_bill_family03.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't imagine having three husbands. No seriously!! Think about it! Yes, you'd get all the good stuff times three, but you'd get all the bad as well. As much as guys say they're easy to deal with, they're humans and humans need emotional upkeep and tending. And while I write erotic romance, having sex every single night of the week, without ever seeing a break in sight, would be, um, too much. I think I'd panic. LOL. I'd end up cowering in the corner, with a pint of Ben and Jerry's to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I decided to blog about this - I guess it's just the "What if this happened to me" scenario that keeps circling in my mind... I've spent hours playing with the concept. There is a book there somewhere. I can feel it lurking on the outskirts of my mind. And I thought I'd share so you, too, can find yourself standing in line at the grocery store, thinking "Yes, but if I had three husbands, the lawn would for sure get mowed and I could finally have that sprayer thingy on the kitchen sink fixed!" But by the time you swipe your credit card, you’ll have talked yourself out of it, since all those men would gang up on you and force you to accept the toilet seat staying in the upright position…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-114433228239126722?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114433228239126722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=114433228239126722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114433228239126722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114433228239126722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/04/big-love.html' title='Big Love'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-114433037464623454</id><published>2006-04-06T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T06:32:54.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Book!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0451218116.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" height="344" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0451218116.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!  My agent's book is out!!!  Wow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARALLEL ATTRACTION by Deidre Knight&lt;br /&gt;(Signet Eclipse, April 4, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been years since exiled alien king Jared Bennett thought of anything other than his people's fight for freedom. Now his rebel force has the one weapon that can turn the tide against their enemy: the key to the secrets of time. Victory has never been closer-but one woman has the power to change everything.Kelsey Wells can't deny that there is something unearthly about her fierce attraction to Jared Bennett. His revelations about alien wars and time travel can't possibly be fact-yet with every seductive touch, every searing kiss, Kelsey circles closer to the truth: that although Jared is exactly what he says, he hasn't told her everything. And when the future crashes into the present, Kelsey must decide if his deception will cost them the love that should have been their destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-114433037464623454?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114433037464623454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=114433037464623454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114433037464623454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114433037464623454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-book.html' title='New Book!!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-114364772296282087</id><published>2006-03-29T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T07:55:22.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Book In Crimson City!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0505526255.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" height="348" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0505526255.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it has arrrived!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRIMSON ROGUE by Liz Maverick&lt;br /&gt;(Dorchester, April 2006)&lt;br /&gt; From the four strata of Crimson City come rogues: vampire, werewolf, human, demon. These rebels, rakes and unsung heroes have turned their backs on the extravagant vampire skyway, the gritty werewolf underground, the iron-fisted human stronghold and the fiery power of the demon underworld. Walking a thin line between heaven and hell, they make their own rules and follow their own destinies. Ironically, they will be the ones to determine if the City flourishes or fails. Cydney Brighton knows them well, for she too is now rogue. Having escaped hell, she’s discovered that the City is not what it once was—and neither is she. Only one man understands her, understands what it means to be someone or something beyond control. He’s ready to come out of the darkness; and part-man, part-machine, he’s willing to sacrifice almost anything to make himself whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-114364772296282087?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114364772296282087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=114364772296282087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114364772296282087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114364772296282087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-book-in-crimson-city.html' title='Last Book In Crimson City!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-114262635169003885</id><published>2006-03-17T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T12:12:31.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DARK HEAT is Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/1600/darkheatcover.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/320/darkheatcover.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do in the dark heat of a dungeon when a man offers his protection in exchange for passion you’d never dreamed possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When healer Caelan angers her King, she’s thrown into prison where she bargains her body to a warrior awaiting execution for a crime he didn’t commit. Garron’s very name means protector, and he’s willing to trade protection to get his hands on a woman who smells like freedom and tastes like passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But their special powers unite, turning lust into something unforeseen. Soon they are forced to choose between freedom and their growing love in the dark heat of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://scarletpublishing.com/whispers/leighwyndfield.php"&gt;Buy the book or read an excerpt here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-114262635169003885?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114262635169003885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=114262635169003885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114262635169003885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114262635169003885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/dark-heat-is-out.html' title='DARK HEAT is Out!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-114234900289415264</id><published>2006-03-14T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T07:11:03.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Older</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've noticed my taste in men has changed. When it happened I'm not sure. I'm not one of those women who sees a guy and thinks he's hot. In fact, I rarely notice men that way - I guess I'm just not hardwired like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other night in a bar with a girlfriend (a very rare occurrence these days), she said this guy was hot. I looked over and my first thought was, "Is he old enough to drink that beer?! They're going to lose their liquor license if they're not careful." (I'm very practical - lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was then I realized that not only was he old enough to drink legally, but somewhere along the way, when I wasn't looking, I got older. I don't feel older (that's a whole 'nother blog), but my taste in men has seriously shifted to the 30-40 year old men set. You'd think it would make sense, but other women seem to think men in their 20's are sexy. I just think they look young and there is not a cell in my body that thinks young is sexy. It's the truth (yes, yes, I know last RWA Conference I said that young and uncomplicated sounded good to me, but that was just to make all of you laugh). I realized that men without lines in their face and maybe a splash of gray in their hair look kind of feminine and uninteresting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that started me thinking about it. Then yesterday, I'm reading my new favorite magazine (Esquire), and I'm looking through this huge spread on men's clothes (I need to update my husband's wardrobe - sigh) where they have real men wearing clothes real men wear -- although I'm thinking the lobsterman with the $1000 jacket on isn't all that realistic, even if the jacket is pretty rugged. And I'm flipping through and I stop on this one guy and I'm thinking, "see? Now I think he's hot, but of course he's older. God, when did I get so old this guy looks sexy to me?!" Then I realize it's Viggo Mortensen - BWAHAHAHAHA. Erm, okay, well, I'm thinking just about every woman thinks he's hot. Or maybe I'm wrong? Thoughts on this subject? Please tell me I'm not the only one making this shift!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/1600/vmnewpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/320/vmnewpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-114234900289415264?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114234900289415264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=114234900289415264' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114234900289415264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114234900289415264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/getting-older.html' title='Getting Older'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-114185858403229824</id><published>2006-03-08T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T06:44:15.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejections -- And Worse</title><content type='html'>Howdy ho all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty quiet lately, but it's because I've been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thinking about what, Leigh?" you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about things that are worse than rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?! What's worse than rejection?" you wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a couple things have been worse than just having someone say no to one of my manuscripts. Take the following anecdotal stories from the last few months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----Example Number One----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an editor reject one of my previously ebook published stories because he said my writing left him cold. Um. Never ever heard that one before. A national magazine said -- "Engrossing, enthralling and entrancing, In Ice is certainly not one to be missed." and nominated it as one of the best erotic romances of 2005. Obviously it wasn't &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; cold. Right?? RIGHT?! ARG!!! I was pulling my hair out, second guessing myself. I wrote that story to practice writing emotion, choosing a scarred hero and an emotionally damaged heroine. I ghosted around my house, debating it, wondering. I called all my writing friends, spending hours discussing it. I tortured my agent with vulnerable dribblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, on an author-only email loop, and a friend of mine cut and pastes her rejection letter from this same editor into the email. Holy Smackers!!! She'd gotten the same exact wording, with only our names changed!!!!!!!!!! Oh my god. This editor was using that cruel, harsh, evil rejection letter as his stock rejection (no wonder he asked to see more of my work!! I had been thinking, "you want more COLD writing, do you?!?"). What a complete asshole! LOL! I'm sorry, but he is. (If you're reading this blog, Mr. Editor, you're an asshole.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- Example Number 2 ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing for Red Sage's Secrets Anthologies. I love Red Sage and had been pretty sure that Red Sage loved me. Only I hadn't heard anything about my latests submission - for like EIGHT MONTHS!!! Um. I sent emails asking submission status, heard back about 3 months in that I should be receiving an edit letter, then nothing.... Silence. No other emails were answered.&lt;br /&gt;Now most of you know I hurt my back, and that was smack dab in the middle of this. I had thoughts like, "even Red Sage doesn't like my writing any more" - WAHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then two weeks ago, I got an email from the owner of Red Sage, saying my editor had health problems and had retired. I emailed her back and basically was told I'd been lost --- LOST. They didn't hate me, they'd lost my manuscript! Within two hours, I had someone reading it. Within days, they called to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----Conclusion ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously this business is tough and ego-bashing. Yadda yadda yadda - and all that jazz authors always moan about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I think I finally learned is that things happen that have nothing to do with me, but feel very personal from where I'm standing. An editor has a stock rejection letter that guts me. Another editor becomes ill and loses my manuscript. All that has nothing to do with me, but I took it so personally, they were padding a room with my name on it at the state mental institution. I guess it just finally struck me that I've got to have some distance between me and the people commenting on my work. That doesn't take away all of the pain -- lord, I'm not Superwoman and you'd have to be to withstand all this with a stiff upper lip. But I can remind myself that there are forces at work here that go beyond me and, although they feel very painful, they are things I shouldn't be wasting time and energy worrying about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me I said this next week when I fly off the handle about my latest round of rejection, would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-114185858403229824?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114185858403229824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=114185858403229824' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114185858403229824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114185858403229824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/rejections-and-worse.html' title='Rejections -- And Worse'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-114141396530350637</id><published>2006-03-03T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T11:26:05.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/1600/reality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/320/reality.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-114141396530350637?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114141396530350637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=114141396530350637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114141396530350637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114141396530350637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/03/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-114036439786699390</id><published>2006-02-19T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T07:53:17.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PC Cast has another one out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0425208915.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="294" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0425208915.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GODDESS OF THE ROSE by PC Cast&lt;br /&gt;(Berkeley, February 7, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GODDESS OF THE ROSE is a magical, sensuous retelling of Beauty and the Beast – with a modern slant. Our Beauty, Micki (named after the Mikado Rose), and all the women in her family have a special affinity for roses – their blood, diluted in water and applied during the night of a new moon, makes roses grow spectacularly. What the women don’t know is that they have this ability because they are descendants of a High Priestess of the Goddess Hecate. Hecate is Goddess of Night, Magick, the Crossroads of Man, and of Beasts. She is also the proctrectess of The Realm of the Rose – the place wherein all dreams and magick originate. This realm is guarded diligently by The Guardian, a creature on which the myth of the Minotaur was based. The Guardian swore himself into Hecate’s service for eternity, and in return the Goddess gifted him with the heart and soul of a man, even though he has the body of a beast. But all is not well in The Realm of the Rose. The Guardian made a terrible mistake, arousing the Goddess’s wrath to such an extent that she bespelled him and the realm, and Hecate swore that they would sleep eternally unless the Beast was awakened by a woman who carried the magickal blood of Hecate’s priestess, and was wise enough to see the truth, and compassionate enough to act upon it.Micki does awaken the Guardian and he abducts her to The Realm of the Rose, thinking that she would automatically break the curse placed on the realm and set things to right, but modern woman Micki is a very unexpected kind of High Priestess, and there are forces at work within the realm, both of love and of hatred that might change the shape of dreams and magick for all of eternity unless Micki is brave enough to make the ultimate sacrifice…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-114036439786699390?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114036439786699390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=114036439786699390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114036439786699390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114036439786699390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/02/pc-cast-has-another-one-out.html' title='PC Cast has another one out!!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-114036422795583464</id><published>2006-02-19T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T07:50:27.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capa Nominations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/1600/capa_nom_2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/320/capa_nom_2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It looks like two of my stories have been nominated for Capas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Secrets Volume 12 is nominated in the Erotic Anthology Category.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;True Seeing is nominated for a Psyche Award for Best Overlooked Work (has not received a CAPA previously, any genre or time frame).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow!!  I'm so excited!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-114036422795583464?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/114036422795583464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=114036422795583464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114036422795583464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/114036422795583464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/02/capa-nominations.html' title='Capa Nominations'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-113992844974224384</id><published>2006-02-14T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T06:47:29.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gena Showalter Has Another Out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0373770960.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="255" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0373770960.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEWEL OF ATLANTIS by Gena Showalter&lt;br /&gt;(HQN Books, February 1, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter a mythical world populated with vampires, dragons, demons and Nymphs…enter a world of dark seduction and powerful magic…enter Atlantis…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Atlantis seeks the Jewel of Dunamis, which legend claims can overcome any enemy. Grayson James, human agent for the ultra-secret Otherworld Bureau of Investigation, has orders to keep it from the wrong hands – or destroy it. What he doesn’t know is that Jewel is a woman, not a stone! But once he meets this precious gem, destroying her is the last thing on his mind…Jewel, part goddess, part prophet, is a pawn in Atlantis’s constant power struggles. She needs Gray’s help to win freedom and uncover the secrets of her mysterious origins. Gray needs her wisdom to navigate monster-ridden Atlantis. But need blossoms into passionate love as they fight demons, dragons, vampires – and a prophecy that says the bond between them could destroy them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/genashowalter/excerpt.htm"&gt;Read an excerpt here!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-113992844974224384?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/113992844974224384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=113992844974224384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113992844974224384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113992844974224384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/02/gena-showalter-has-another-out.html' title='Gena Showalter Has Another Out!!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-113941315885688520</id><published>2006-02-08T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T13:36:28.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Don't Know About Women</title><content type='html'>I am married to a man who has a very strange passion -- collecting airline miles. Everything we do revolves around it in some way, shape or form (yes, I know those of you who've met him find this hard to believe, but sometime when I'm NOT around, ask him about it. Make sure you have an hour or two to listen to the answer - you're going to need it). We have two credit cards and I'm told when to use each and where, since it turns out that the cards give you double miles at various points, such as when you buy things during the month of May in grocery stores. I find this annoying and silly, since somewhere deep inside I do not find fulfillment and joy from airline mile accruement, but it keeps him off the streets and makes him happy. We all sacrifice for love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means, though, that I have small amounts of airline miles on carriers we never use. It was very important that I get these miles.  We had more moments than I can count where at 6am, some poor overworked, grumpy airline counter-person had to look up my number and sit there while I filled out the form to change my maiden to my married name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, I've had miles expire -- gasp! It's heart breaking for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things American will let you do with expiring miles is exchange them for magazines. Now I need more magazines like I need a hole in the head, but I found myself taking my pool of miles and getting as many as I possibly could. Seven of them to be exact. And my choices were limited to guy kind of subjects. I got &lt;em&gt;Field and Stream, &lt;/em&gt;for example. I just received my first issue and laughed for a solid hour reading through it - just the picture alone of men in orange and camouflage drinking beer while ice fishing while the sun comes up was priceless. But the magazine which has amused me most to my great surprise is &lt;em&gt;Esquire&lt;/em&gt;. They sent me two issues at once, December and January, and I read them both cover to cover. You have no idea how absolutely fascinating this guy periodical is!! Check out an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have an article each month with the title of this blog entry. This month I'm about to quote is from Desperate Housewives Felicity Huffman. Anyway, here is a couple of my favorites from the 13 bits of advice she gives men:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women also fantasize during sex.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you want to see us naked more often, turn up the damn thermostat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We can't hear a word you're saying if there are hairs coming out of your nose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you would just listen to us, we'd shut up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Want sex? Fix something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women want empathy, not advice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You would be crazy, too, if your insides fell out every twenty-eight days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some handy translations for men:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You're working too hard." = "You're not spending enough time with me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What are you thinking about?" = "Do you still love me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Do you want to talk about it?" = "I want to talk about it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Fuck you. I can't stand you." = "Fuck you. I can't stand you."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Heehee - hope you enjoyed those as much as I did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-113941315885688520?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/113941315885688520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=113941315885688520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113941315885688520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113941315885688520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/02/things-you-dont-know-about-women.html' title='Things You Don&apos;t Know About Women'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-113941083453147528</id><published>2006-02-07T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T07:00:34.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORCERESS OF FAITH</title><content type='html'>Oh wow! Look what Robin Owens has coming out this month!!&lt;br /&gt;SORCERESS OF FAITH by Robin D. Owens&lt;br /&gt;(Luna, February 1, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robindowens.com/images/sorceress_of_faith_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" height="317" alt="" src="http://www.robindowens.com/images/sorceress_of_faith_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the world of Llandrana threatened by encroaching evil, the Sorcerers must do the unthinkable—Summon an outsider to stop the insidious Darkness slowly taking control of their land and poisoning the Sorcerers themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Arriving in Lladrana, grad student Marian Harasta is stunned to find herself the center of a dispute among Sorcerers who want to augment their Power with her own. She must quickly learn her new magical Powers – and decide who she can trust in this strange land. She has prayed for a miracle to save her brother – could Lladrana offer that knowledge, and can she somehow return to Earth with it?&lt;br /&gt;She knows she must offer the Sorcerers something in exchange, and ridding them of the Evil Sorcerer is what they want, but how will she fare in her first magical duel?&lt;br /&gt;With unexpected help – and unexpected betrayal – Marian must determine where her true fate lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robindowens.com/reads/sorceress_of_faith.htm"&gt;Read an excerpt here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-113941083453147528?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/113941083453147528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=113941083453147528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113941083453147528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113941083453147528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/02/sorceress-of-faith.html' title='SORCERESS OF FAITH'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-113936797351505951</id><published>2006-02-07T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T19:06:13.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Re-Start</title><content type='html'>Okay guys, I'm restarting my blog after a lengthy hiatus.  Sorry about that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to report I just as of today got a clean bill of health from my Physical Therapist.  Yippee!  I had been going four days a week and ended up letting some things slide.  But my back is on the mend and I've got things to rant about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is enjoying 2006 and getting ready for Valentines!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-113936797351505951?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/113936797351505951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=113936797351505951' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113936797351505951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113936797351505951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-re-start.html' title='Blog Re-Start'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-113321226949256297</id><published>2005-11-28T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:11:09.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Release</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/1600/zodiacsagittarius.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/320/zodiacsagittarius.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy all!  I just had a new story release from Liquid Silver Books - a novella in the Zodiac Series, called THE HANGING MAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hanging Man – Leigh Wyndfield&lt;br /&gt;In another world, the Sagittarius and Taurus people are at war. The Taurean King spurns all things magical, including his own daughter’s hidden powers. An outcast, Gabriella Etall ghosts through the castle, forever alone, banned from going forth into the outside world so her magic will not be discovered by the kingdom’s magic-hating subjects. When she stumbles upon a captured Sagittarius hanging in the castle dungeon, she feels the hum of another’s magic on her skin for the first time. Now, she will have to decide if she will betray her family for one night of bliss or let her chance for fulfillment pass her by forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.king-cart.com/cgi-bin/cart.cgi?store=linda018&amp;product_name=The+Zodiac+Series+Sagittarius&amp;amp;return_page=&amp;user-id=&amp;amp;password=&amp;exchange=&amp;amp;exact_match=exact"&gt;BUY IT HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com/books/sagexcerpt.htm"&gt;Read an excerpt!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-113321226949256297?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/113321226949256297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=113321226949256297' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113321226949256297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113321226949256297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-release.html' title='New Release'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-113215318242310535</id><published>2005-11-16T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T07:01:29.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men:  Let this be a warning to you!</title><content type='html'>So I just read the following newspaper article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jury Rules Against Woman in Genital Gluing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GREENSBURG , Pa. (Nov. 5) - A Westmoreland County jury on Friday ordered a woman to pay $46,200 to her ex-boyfriend for gluing his genitals to his abdomen. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurors found in favor of Kenneth Slaby of Pittsburgh in his civil case against Gail O'Toole of Murrysville after three days of testimony and ordered the payment for pain, suffering and emotional distress, according to television station KDKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For all the pain and suffering I've been through, and the embarrassment, I don't think it's enough,'' Slaby told reporters after the verdict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slaby's lawsuit said the two broke up in 1999 after dating for 10 months, and he began dating someone else. After he broke up with his other girlfriend, Slaby said, O'Toole invited him over to her home on May 7, 2000, where he fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he woke up to find that O'Toole had used Super Glue to stick his genitals to his abdomen, glued his buttocks together and spelled out a profanity on his back in nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slaby said O'Toole told him that her actions were payback for their breakup, and he had to walk a mile to a gas station to call for help. He pressed charges and O'Toole pleaded guilty to misdemeanor assault and spent six months on probation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm.... So. What to say? A friend commented that there is a book in this, and part of me agrees - not a romance for sure. Heh. I can't help but think this guy did something to his ex-girlfriend that isn't in the article and my writer's mind has come up with all kinds of scenarios that might inspire this behavior. Depending on what he did, six months probation and $46,200 might be worth it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-113215318242310535?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/113215318242310535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=113215318242310535' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113215318242310535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113215318242310535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/11/men-let-this-be-warning-to-you.html' title='Men:  Let this be a warning to you!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-113215280494259836</id><published>2005-11-16T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T06:53:24.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bewitched Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.triskelionpublishing.com/images/Bewitchedthm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="285" alt="" src="http://www.triskelionpublishing.com/images/Bewitchedthm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again - another promo for this book - this time for “Night Mares” by MaryJanice Davidson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triskelion Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a birthday party for the Disdaine Triplets, the little darlings decide they aren’t pleased with the party or the guests and use magic to create their own fun.  That night the town and all its residents are visited by the infamous Night Mares who wreak mayhem as only giant ponies prancing through your house can.  (First episode with story &amp; characters created by Lynn Warren.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All proceeds from the sales of this book will go to the International Red Cross.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-113215280494259836?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/113215280494259836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=113215280494259836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113215280494259836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113215280494259836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/11/bewitched-again.html' title='Bewitched Again'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-113197773891881452</id><published>2005-11-14T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T06:15:38.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spam-bloggers - a New Breed</title><content type='html'>I wanted to apologize for spammers who are hitting my blog. Today alone, Arianna Hart put a comment on the post I wrote last week and BAM! I had six spammers hit and not just last week's post, either. Two months ago, I spent over an hour combing through my blog, looking for what turned out to be an ad for enhanced orgasms and finally found it months back in posts. Very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has puzzled me is when they post - it seems to come right after I post and then after any of you post. Post comments so I can run an experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize I try to go after these guys as fast as possible, but I've given up policing past a month back. It's just too much of a pain in the buttocks to comb through. (I figure I can tell all of you my strategy - God knows these people don't actually read my blog before they post.) Hopefully, you'll understand and ignore them. It might be possible that some of you really do want to learn about insurance in Illinois or Elvis sightings - I don't want to take away every opportunity for you! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-113197773891881452?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/113197773891881452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=113197773891881452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113197773891881452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113197773891881452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/11/spam-bloggers-new-breed.html' title='Spam-bloggers - a New Breed'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-113197580232972304</id><published>2005-11-14T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T05:43:22.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Dark Desires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jenniferstgiles.com/hddsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="313" alt="" src="http://www.jenniferstgiles.com/hddsmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Jennifer St. Giles, award winning author of The Mistress of Trevelyan (a fantastic book!), has come out with another one from Pocket Books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jenniferstgiles.com/hisdarkdesire.shtml"&gt;Read excerpt here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Back of the Book Blurb:&lt;br /&gt;You are in danger. Trust no one. The terrifying words from a mysterious letter echo in Juliet Bucheron's mind. Destitute ever since her husband disappeared in the Civil War, Juliet has turned her New Orleans ancestral home into a boarding house -- despite the rumors of ghosts, the whispers of scandal, and the stain of murder. But even more unsettling is Juliet's new tenant, a handsome stranger named Stephen Trevelyan. Wealthy, educated, and seductively compelling, Stephen fills Juliet's heart with uncontrollable longing -- and her head with suspicion. Something, she senses, is lurking beneath the surface. And someone is stalking the hallways after midnight. As the danger draws nearer, Juliet wonders if she can really trust Stephen. But as he pulls her closer, she knows she cannot resist him...no matter what the price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-113197580232972304?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/113197580232972304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=113197580232972304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113197580232972304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113197580232972304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/11/his-dark-desires.html' title='His Dark Desires'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-113094362154223226</id><published>2005-11-02T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T07:00:21.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Out of Bed in the Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today is the first day in five weeks I've written anything new.  Yes, we're talking huge SOMETHING going on in my life.  I've given this a lot of thought and that SOMETHING is not writer's block, since the very definition of writer's block is the inability to write, no matter how hard one tries at it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have not been trying.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have, in fact, been studiously avoiding my PC at all costs.  I haven't been answering emails, for example, to the tune of a thousand emails in my box unread.  I haven't gone to chats, updated my website, or sent out my newsletter. In fact, I've done just about everything in my power to avoid my computer, since getting close to it might lead to actually attempting to write and that was something I just could not do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  I don't know.  It's true that I've had pretty significant issues in my personal life.  My grandfather died, for example, and I told you I hurt my back.  I've received a large amount of rejections recently.  But my usual MO is to work through all this stuff by working.  Not this time, it appears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back, I'd pulled down Lawrence Block's writing book TELLING LIES FOR FUN AND PROFIT from my bookshelf and made it all the way to the living room before abandoning it unread.  It's old, from back in the 80's, and my mother-in-law gave it to me for Christmas two years ago.  Since it was away from my PC, I picked it up last week.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I opened it, Lawrence himself had written "Leigh - Go For It! - Lawrence Block" on the front page --- I had no idea that my MIL had it signed by the author.  None at all.  "Yeah," I thought bitterly.  "I've really been going for it, all right."  I flipped to the article on rejection and read it, looking for inspiration - looking for anything at all, actually, since I've been feeling lately like a cocaine addict right before she hits bottom.  It was the usual blather about hanging in there and blah blah.  But he's pretty funny, so I kept reading along.  At the end of last week, I got to his article called TIME OUT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Consider if you will the pattern I have established for myself over the past several weeks.  Each morning, as is my custom, I awaken around seven.  I get out of bed, see my shadow, and dive back into bed, where I contrive to spend the ensuing four hours with the covers pulled over my head..."  He goes on to basically describe my life for the last month.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holy shit! I thought, reading on.  I'm not the only one suffering from this non-writer's block SOMETHING or other.  He suggests accepting this as part of the process some writers experience.  He suggests not "letting everything else go to hell along with the writing."  Which is exactly what I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what spoke to me the most and helped stop the skipping record I've been living lately is this quote -- "One thing I've found to be true for most of us is that, whether we enjoy writing or not, one thing we enjoy a good deal less is Not Writing.  Unfortunately, it seems to be true that Not Writing is occasionally a part of the writing process.  And it's a lot more tolerable, and probably better all around, if I can learn to trust the process." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wrote new pages for the first time in a month.  On one hand, that's pretty sad that I missed those days and will never have them back.  But I feel better for writing, since Not Writing pretty much sucks.  And I found I'd forgotten the thrill of a written page, the pure high I get when I build a scene from my mind, the glow of a man's wet skin in the candlelight, the burn of magic swirling inside my heroine, the tension between two people who will one day learn to love each other.  I'd forgotten and the mere act of writing brought all that tumbling back to me.  Thank God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-113094362154223226?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/113094362154223226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=113094362154223226' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113094362154223226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113094362154223226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/11/getting-out-of-bed-in-morning.html' title='Getting Out of Bed in the Morning'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-113094331626177381</id><published>2005-11-02T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T06:55:16.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another story from Gena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.triskelionpublishing.com/images/Bewitchedthm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.triskelionpublishing.com/images/Bewitchedthm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Witches of Brokenoggin and the Dead Who Love Them” featured in BEWITCHED, BOTHERED AND BEVAMPYRED by Gena Showalter from Triskelion Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Brokenoggin Falls, where the housewives are not only desperate, they’re Witches! (And one of them might be a Harpy)  The spells cast by moonlight frequently go awry. And there are times when toads and Chihuahuas seem abundant as black flies in the summer, the dragons are a little touchy, the Forest Trolls are in danger of extinction from teeny-boppers, the Gryphons need help conceiving and...the scientist are crunchy and good with ketchup...     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All proceeds from the sales of this book will go to the International Red Cross.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In which the well-endowed Tawdry triplets accidentally raise the dead while dealing with an overzealous peeping John.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-113094331626177381?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/113094331626177381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=113094331626177381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113094331626177381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/113094331626177381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-story-from-gena.html' title='Another story from Gena!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112964454809247675</id><published>2005-10-18T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T07:09:08.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help the Red Cross!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.triskelionpublishing.com/images/Bewitchedthm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.triskelionpublishing.com/images/Bewitchedthm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for a great cause, all!  Susan Grant is also in this anthology!  “A Dance Through the Garden of Good and Evil” featured in BEWITCHED, BOTHERED AND BEVAMPYRED by Susan Grant&lt;br /&gt;(Triskelion Press)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Brokenoggin Falls, where the housewives are not only desperate, they’re Witches! (And one of them might be a Harpy)  The spells cast by moonlight frequently go awry. And there are times when toads and Chihuahuas seem abundant as black flies in the summer, the dragons are a little touchy, the Forest Trolls are in danger of extinction from teeny-boppers, the Gryphons need help conceiving and...the scientist are crunchy and good with ketchup...     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All proceeds from the sales of this book will go to the International Red Cross.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.triskelionpublishing.com/images/Bewitchedthm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112964454809247675?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112964454809247675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112964454809247675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112964454809247675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112964454809247675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/10/help-red-cross.html' title='Help the Red Cross!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112930140178234849</id><published>2005-10-14T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:50:01.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When is a Hero a Hero?</title><content type='html'>So, in order to take my mind off my back, I thought I’d tell you about a non-romance romance book I just read.  Oh, you know the kind.  They parade around as another genre, but really, at the heart of it all, it’s a romance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the shower, I debated telling you the name of this very celebrated SF/Fantasy/Paranormal author.  I’m big on throwing it out there and calling a spade a spade.  But then I thought that sure as God made little apples, someone who reads this is her best friend, will forward the link to her and then I’ll end up on the receiving end of unpleasantness, no matter how true what I’m about to say is.  So we’ll call her the Author and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here’s the set up.  It’s WWI.  Evil witch step-monster (really, she’s a witch) has seduced the heroine’s father and sent him to his death in the trenches for his money.  Only she’s made a boo-boo, since she forgot to have hubby change his will, so she must keep her step daughter alive to have access to the money.  Using black magic, she traps the heroine to the house by cutting off her pinky finger and burying under the hearthstone.  The heroine, it turns out, is also magically gifted.  She is able to slip out and visit a nearby field, where she meets her old crush, injured in the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good.  Here’s where I started to get mildly annoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hero is a magical master of air (the heroine will become one of fire).  When his plane is shot down, he is already in a bad mental place, killing people when his job has always been one of protecting human life.  When the plane crashes, the earth collapses around him and he’s tortured by beasties.  To save himself, he cuts off his magic, which was attracting the evil monsters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to here, I was with her.  When we’re in the hero’s point of view, I found him a bit whiny and a little too sorry for himself, but my gut reaction was – how bold!  She’s really set up a hero who has a far way to go to be whole again!  Fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while the heroine grows, learning not from the hero (which would have made sense in my opinion since he’s another master) but from her dreams, the hero is a wreck and stays that way.  He opens up his magic to save the heroine at the end, but the moment something goes wrong, he’s in a pathetic ball on the floor (literally) with the heroine having to save them both.  Boo! Boo! Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s not a romance, you say huffily.  He doesn’t have to grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my answer is this – why in the heck would the heroine WANT him?  I mean, he’s hot.  Fine.  But the heroine, who I’ve spent 500+ pages with tiny print getting to know, is this strong, rocking lady fighting against evil.  What on earth attracts her to the hero??  I couldn’t figure it out and suspected the author was not going to have them be together in the end.  They were, by the way.  The author stuck her heroine with a useless wuss.  I was saddened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, a hero is a guy who grows, overcomes his weaknesses and triumphs.  He doesn’t have to save the heroine for me to like him, either.  He just has to be lovable for both me and the heroine.  Someone who can’t stop feeling sorry for himself isn’t heroic.  You had a horrible thing happen to you – how terrible!  Now get over it and help the save the heroine from certain death, dammit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hero was stuck in limbo.  There was page after page of nightmares all the way to the end of the book.  Every time the heroine met him for another useless talk in the meadows, he jumps, totally startled.  Come ON!  She can sneak up on you once, but really!  Put your big boy panties on and let’s start acting like a man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize the author was carefully writing a romance that didn’t come off looking like a romance.  I’m down with that.  God knows, as an art form, romance writing is considered a joke.  But as I read, I became convinced that by focusing so completely on the heroine and short changing the hero, she actually short changed her heroine as well.  It was hard to be happy for a woman who is with a man solely because he’s hot and she’s had a years old crush on him.  There must be more or the whole story falls apart and your reader gets to THE END calling bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112930140178234849?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112930140178234849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112930140178234849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112930140178234849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112930140178234849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-is-hero-hero.html' title='When is a Hero a Hero?'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112905059196728459</id><published>2005-10-11T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:09:52.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sad Truth</title><content type='html'>I'm going to try to tell this story without whining, but it's hard, so forgive me in advance. Theoretically, it should explain why I've been silent for almost a month now. It's kind of a pathetic story, but I did learn something very important out of it, so maybe it wasn't all for nothing. You might learn something too, so read on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 9 months ago, my back went from being "not right" to just plain painful. So I trucked on in to my doctor, who told me I needed to do yoga. I'm in pain, right? Lying in bed at night, my upper back and neck were burning and I kept thinking, "I'm 33 years old. This just can't be right." The yoga helped me clear my head and I really enjoyed it. But my back pain didn't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first of March, I went back to my doctor. I had to lie and say it was an emergency, since getting in to see her would be a three month wait if I didn't. Anyway, she tells me to up my yoga to three times a week. I push back and say I've been going for three times a week. She sends me for x-rays, but won't refer me to a specialist. She says at my age, I don't need to see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later I'm diagnosed with arthritis. Um. Okay. Can't do anything for arthritis but take Tylenal and deal with the pain. I'm crushed, but what can you do? A 33 year old with arthritis is rare and, according to the internet, means that I'll have serious problems later on. My stress level jumps, but I power on, trying to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months go by. My pain is steadily increasing. Then one day last month, I'm reading the mail and I see that Aetna (my insurance company) has gotten rid of the referral process. I can book my own appointment with any specialist I want. Marching upstairs, I call a friend who works in a physical therapy office and ask if she can recommend a non-surgical orthopedic. She does. I comb the Aetna site and see I can go there. I call and make an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upshot of it all is that I was misdiagnosed with arthritis. What my doctor was seeing was not arthritis at all, but rather the gooey fluid in three of the discs in my back leaking out. Which explains the constant burn in my neck and upper back, since the tissue around my spine doesn't really care for that gooey fluid to be hanging around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the last two weeks, I've been in serious physical therapy, traction - the works. Trying to basically untwist my spine and get my vertebrae off my discs. What saddens me is that while I can stop the damage, the discs that are damaged are damaged for good. The gooey insides aren't going back inside, although getting the vertebrae off the discs will allow the fluid to retract somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What caused this? Sitting at my PC. It's as simple as that. Because I spend so many hours here, writing without a break, I've jacked my back up for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can YOU do to not end up where I am? Get up every 20 minutes and stretch. Keep the weight off and your posture correct. Staying at your PC long enough that you become tired and hunch forward is the beginning of the end, my friends. Keep your shoulders down and your head in alignment with your spine. Work out, concentrating on building your back and stomach muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I learn from all this? I could go on a serious rant, but this has gotten too long as it is. The upshot is if you're in pain, get a freaking second opinion. I knew my back was jacked up. I laid in bed every night thinking "Jesus, I'm in pain." My husband said one day out of the blue, "I'm concerned about you. There isn't a day that goes by that you don't mention that you're in pain. Yoga isn't working." Listen to your body and if you're dealing with a doctor who won't listen, go to someone else. I was so afraid of being a "whiner" that I ignored my health. Because I let things go so long, the muscles throughout my back are a mess. I am riddled with knots and all kinds of complications. Yesterday in Physical Therapy, I cried. CRIED!!! I have a firm policy against that. Six months ago, things wouldn't have been anywhere near this bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your back seriously, ladies. Once things go down hill, it's hell to get them right again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112905059196728459?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112905059196728459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112905059196728459' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112905059196728459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112905059196728459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/10/sad-truth.html' title='The Sad Truth'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112904800861814715</id><published>2005-10-11T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:26:50.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Books!!</title><content type='html'>Howdy all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was looking through the bookstore yesterday, I saw the following books I'm really excited about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1204.g.akamai.net/7/1204/1401/05052316011/images.barnesandnoble.com/images/9700000/9702750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="307" alt="" src="http://a1204.g.akamai.net/7/1204/1401/05052316011/images.barnesandnoble.com/images/9700000/9702750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First - Kick @ss - which has several kick ass authors in it, including two of my favorites - Angela Knight and MaryJanice Davidson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;Angela's&lt;a href="http://www.angelasknights.com/warfem.htm"&gt; Warfem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion instantly blazes between the two superhuman warriors, but old enemies and new lies may tear them apart. And Alina dreads what Baird will do when he finds out about the secret she’s been keeping for the past twenty years. But she soon discovers she’s not the only one keeping secrets.&lt;br /&gt;MaryJanice's &lt;a href="http://www.maryjanicedavidson.net/KickAss%20Chapter.htm"&gt;Misadventures of Boo &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former police officer Gregory wonders how life can be so unfair. Recently, he was turned into a vampire and to make matters worse, he has met his soulmate (that is, if he had a soul). The problem is his beloved wants to kill him as Boo is a bona fide vampire hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - check out Angela Knight's MERCENARIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelasknights.com/images/bmercenariescover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="269" alt="" src="http://www.angelasknights.com/images/bmercenariescover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelasknights.com/mercenaries.htm"&gt;Read an excerpt!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Trinity Yeager's mission: join Nathan August's star-hopping team of mercenary soldiers. With one condition: Trinity must prove her resilience as a lover for him and his first officer, Sebastian Cole. Trinity not only sees Nathan's bet. She raises it... Now, from galactic dens of depravity to far-reaching planets of dominant females and strapping male slaves, Trinity, Sebastian, and Nathan join forces, risk flesh and blood, and push the boundaries of erotic adventure in order to protect, honor, and service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.triskelionpublishing.com/images/Bewitchedthm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand" height="317" alt="" src="http://www.triskelionpublishing.com/images/Bewitchedthm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, check out: “Candy Cox and the Big Bad (Were) Wolf” featured in BEWITCHED, BOTHERED AND BEVAMPYRED by PC Cast. PC Cast is not only witty and wonderful as a person, but this story is sure to be a scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All proceeds from the sales of this book will go to the International Red Cross.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godiva Tawdry casts a spell and burned-out school teacher Candy Cox finds the sexy young were-lover of her dreams. But when she finds out he’s really the pack slut, she sets out to “teach” him a life lesson. It’s never smart to piss off a woman who makes a career of disciplining teenagers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112904800861814715?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112904800861814715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112904800861814715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112904800861814715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112904800861814715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-books.html' title='New Books!!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112716669251241494</id><published>2005-09-19T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T14:51:32.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-books and Harlequin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This weekend, I went to a mini-conference that had a great cast of speakers, all speaking about epublishing. &lt;a href="http://skullybuzz.com/"&gt;Jennifer Skully &lt;/a&gt;spoke about her career and what e-books have done to build her writing resume. It was an inspiring speech and those of you who are looking for a way to break up and out through epublishing should take a look at Jennifer’s career (she also writes spicy romance as Jasmine Haynes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the most interesting information came out of a talk given by Malle Vallik, VP of new business for Harlequin. Here's a little bit of what she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Next month, HQ is starting an e-book program consisting of 40 titles (reprints and a few new releases). These books will be available on the e-Harlequin site and from ereader.com&lt;br /&gt;*  Audible.com is partnering with HQ to record HQ's books, which will be available for download to your MP3 and i-pod. Brenda Novak will be one of the first authors recorded.&lt;br /&gt;*  E-harlequin has serialized romance stories (if you haven't read them) to generate traffic on the site and let readers try an author.&lt;br /&gt;*  E-harlequin has been trying interactive writing, to let readers vote on plot twists for these stories. Telling stories in the future will, they think, be more interactive.&lt;br /&gt;*  Harlequin is trying to come up with ways to use new technology, such as our mobile phones, to increase interaction with the reader. HQ has a mobile phone test with Vocel, where HQ novellas will be sent to people's cell phone in daily chunks of 500 or so words for a small charge.&lt;br /&gt;*  HQ has been putting Manga out in Japan now for years (these are graphic novels which are more and more popular here these days). They plan to test two new lines -- Pink for 12 to 16 year olds and Violet for 16 and up.&lt;br /&gt;*  HQ and Oxygen are teaming up to put out series books as movies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found her talk fascinating. HQ really is looking for new ways to deliver stories to people. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112716669251241494?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112716669251241494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112716669251241494' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112716669251241494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112716669251241494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/09/e-books-and-harlequin.html' title='E-books and Harlequin'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112671872626193597</id><published>2005-09-14T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T10:32:53.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on the Big Apple</title><content type='html'>I'm a travel freak. I love it, especially if I'm traveling with someone who knows the lay of the land and speaks the language. That rarely happens and, as much as I like to think of myself as a world traveler, if I'm really honest, I can get strung out as a bat, slipping into super-bitch mode when you least expect it. But as I've gotten older, I've kept my calm like a champ. (I tell my husband that if he thinks my behavior was bad, just think how much WORSE it would have been if I hadn’t been controlling myself.) Part of the problem is I don't like to miss things, so I take the time to be early. If you make me late because you're messing around, not managing your time like a good little travel companion, then the wrath will be unleashed. Your lack of planning should not be my emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, my sister-in-law, my mother-in-law and I all traveled up to NYC with the express purpose of seeing my sister-in-law, Lauren, get her hair cut. Yes, yes, it sounds insane, but my mother-in-law gave her a hair makeover with the What Not to Wear hair guy, which thrilled Lauren's socks off, since it is her favorite show. And since Lauren had the same hairdo since she was 11, this was nerve wracking for her. The haircut was actually a masterpiece. He cut it one strand of hair at a time with a razor, an assistant holding her hair for him while he worked. She really did look amazing afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the trip went it fits and jerks. I realized for the first time that others, not me, don't like to plan (this person said it was too stressful), so we had odd moments where none of us knew what to do. I did get in a quick drink in with my agent (I love her), we saw the city at night from the top of the Empire State Building, we walked and walked, we shopped, we went to a comedy club, but there were dead times where everyone tried to figure out where the others wanted to go without seeming pushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a moment to reflect on my travel preferences during one of the many times I stood in front of the hotel waiting on the slower members of the group. I'm one of those people who feels antsy if I have a moment of dead time in my schedule. I'm a freak. I've accepted that. But I either need to be moving or have a drink in my hand. And oddly, I really don't care so much where I'm going so long as it's somewhere. I make plans, but easily cancel them when I get distracted. Once, my husband and I were in London and ended up dropping everything to hit the top ten pubs in the city according to our guidebook, since we accidentally stumbled on one of them for lunch. I find plans freeing, because you can always cancel them if something more interesting comes along. The idea that planning can be stressful is really quite fascinating to me. The more stressed I become, the more I plan. It calms my nerves hugely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just hadn't considered that anyone else might like to travel differently. I mean, it makes sense that there would be other points of view, but the thought is just so bizarre to me. Is standing on the sidewalk for an hour after the appointed departure time discussing the day’s activities fun for anyone? Maybe so. I managed to make it through the trip without my temper slipping free. The dead times weren't bad and I really do need to learn to learn to deal with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we all agreed on was the food. We ate lots of it. Often. And I was reminded once again that NYC is a great place to visit, with bustling nightlife and fantastic eats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112671872626193597?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112671872626193597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112671872626193597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112671872626193597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112671872626193597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/09/reflections-on-big-apple.html' title='Reflections on the Big Apple'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112670870023102797</id><published>2005-09-14T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T07:38:20.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEART OF THE DRAGON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/037377057X.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" height="210" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/037377057X.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Gena Showalter has come out with another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the blurb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He’ll make you burn…&lt;br /&gt;He is a Dragon, a rare breed of warriors able to transform into the legendary creature at will. Though the mighty warlord breathes fear into the minds of his enemies and fire into the blood of his women, no one has ever stirred his heart -- until he encounters Grace Carlyle of modern day Earth. He burns to possess this proud, alluring beauty . . . but he has sworn to kill her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey to the mythical world of Atlantis, where the gods’ hid their greatest mistakes – the vampires, demons, dragons, and other creatures of legend – and experience white-hot passion, exciting adventure, and a love that defies the boundaries of time and magic.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds pretty yummy, eh?  &lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/genashowalter/excerpt.htm"&gt;Read an excerpt here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112670870023102797?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112670870023102797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112670870023102797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112670870023102797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112670870023102797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/09/heart-of-dragon.html' title='HEART OF THE DRAGON'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112615336082947376</id><published>2005-09-07T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T21:22:40.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Office</title><content type='html'>Well, in my mad dash to book it out of town, I have once again neglected my blog - I apologize! But I'll be back on Monday, with hopefully a pulse on NYC. We'll see. Those folks are stingy with the info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you all in the funny papers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112615336082947376?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112615336082947376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112615336082947376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112615336082947376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112615336082947376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/09/out-of-office.html' title='Out of Office'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112615321682293997</id><published>2005-09-07T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T21:20:16.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REALLY UNUSUAL BAD BOYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.maryjanicedavidson.net/unusual%20bad%20boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" height="270" alt="" src="http://www.maryjanicedavidson.net/unusual%20bad%20boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like Mary Janice Davidson has another one out, this time in hardback! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maryjanicedavidson.net/RUBB%20excerpt.htm"&gt;Read an excerpt here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY'RE JUST THE SEXY BOYS NEXT DOOR.&lt;br /&gt;IF NEXT DOOR IS A WEIRD, WEIRD PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;Meet Damon, Maltese, and Shakar - three noble brothers from an enchanted kingdom where wooing and pleasuring is practically a royal commandment.  They're hot.  Irresistible.  And just a little different.  But what woman doesn't like a guy with a few surprises?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112615321682293997?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112615321682293997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112615321682293997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112615321682293997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112615321682293997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/09/really-unusual-bad-boys.html' title='REALLY UNUSUAL BAD BOYS'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112586883540837017</id><published>2005-09-04T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T14:45:58.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaci Burton's GARDEN OF EDEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1419951521.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" height="401" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1419951521.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You might be scratching your head, wondering why it took me since Thursday to finish reading Jaci Burton's GARDEN OF EDEN, a novella in the Ellora's Cavemen Legendary Tails II Anthology. I can only say it wasn't because her story isn't excellent!! I give it two thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jaciburton.com/newrelease.html#Excerpt"&gt;Read an excerpt here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has more to do with me trying to get my e-book reader piece of you-know-what set up on my PC. Yes, I did work installing software systems for seven years, but I have been defeated by an old Gemstar ebook reader. I should just go buy another, but it's the principle of the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I finally just said flock it and printed her story. I stuck my tongue out at that piece of soon-to-be-trash and read it in the bathtub, something I would never have done with the Gemstar anyway. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having gotten over my peevishness, I settled back in the tub and had a diet coke and a smile reading this fantastic short. While there, I began to ruminate about how hard it is to have a true, I-love-you, Happily Ever After with a 15,000 word story. Jaci did an excellent job with it. But I've been struggling myself with my latest story, THE HANGING MAN, which releases in November from Liquid Silver Books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also working with 15K, and with three sex scenes, there isn't much room to allow them to have the experiences for marriage level commitment. Or at least not with this particular hero and heroine. They were both pretty battered when they happened upon each other (as you might imagine since the name of the story is so dark) and they had a lot to work out before they were in a place where they could believably give their hearts and souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found it interesting to see how Jaci did it in her story and I'll be reading other shorts, looking for the secrets to building believable true love in 15,000 words. Feel free to leave recommendations for me to check out in the comments section on this blog!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112586883540837017?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112586883540837017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112586883540837017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112586883540837017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112586883540837017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/09/jaci-burtons-garden-of-eden.html' title='Jaci Burton&apos;s GARDEN OF EDEN'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112559995329592006</id><published>2005-09-01T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T11:41:46.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Early Halloween</title><content type='html'>First, I'm reading Jaci Burton's GARDEN OF EDEN and loving it. I hope to finish tonight and give you guys a book report tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manhaters.com/p_viewcard2.asp?c=8"&gt;Second, here's a little early Halloween candy - I mean EYE CANDY!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING - if you are on dial up, I'd skip this (I bet you thought I'd warn you not to view it because it has nude men in it?? Of COURSE it does, but if you're on this blog, you should expect that kind of thing - LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random aside: I do not subscribe to the philosophy of the site that hosts this e-card. Personally, I'm a man lover, not a man hater. Explore that place at your own risk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112559995329592006?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112559995329592006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112559995329592006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112559995329592006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112559995329592006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/09/early-halloween.html' title='An Early Halloween'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112544801730638029</id><published>2005-08-30T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T17:37:25.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE SEEING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/1600/new_trueseeing2_500x750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/320/new_trueseeing2_500x750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first book, TRUE SEEING, has been re-released! Expanded, with all new sex scenes and spicy bits, this book underwent quite a face-lift from the first time it was out.  It's about a psychic and a homicide detective and will always have a special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I seem to be picking up a "male nude torso" theme to my book covers these days - heh. There are worse things, I'm sure.  At least he doesn't have scary, green nipple rings like the guy who came to replace my gutters a couple weeks ago.  I'm still a bit scarred by that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com/books/trueseeingexcerpt.htm"&gt;Read excerpt here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.king-cart.com/cgi-bin/cart.cgi?store=linda018&amp;product_name=True+Seeing&amp;amp;return_page=&amp;user-id=&amp;amp;password=&amp;exchange=&amp;amp;exact_match=exact"&gt;Order Here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112544801730638029?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112544801730638029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112544801730638029' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112544801730638029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112544801730638029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/true-seeing.html' title='TRUE SEEING!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112540960613429955</id><published>2005-08-30T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T06:46:46.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on!</title><content type='html'>Howdy all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten a few "where are you?" emails and I wanted to ask you all to hold on just a few more days.  I'm at the very end of membership drive for &lt;a href="http://passionateink.org/"&gt;Passionate Ink&lt;/a&gt;, a new RWA chapter for erotic romance authors.  Please understand that I'd rather be blogging than herding cats - oh! I mean, collecting membership dues from fine authors who go by so many names I'm not sure THEY know who they are any more.  Combine this up with a large percentage of people who got married, but never changed their last names on PayPal and you have my own special brand of hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had the following conversation with myself (names have been changed to protect the guilty):&lt;br /&gt;"So the PayPal says "Cissy Michelle" on it.  Cissy isn't exactly a common name and on the roster I have "Cissy Willows."  Maybe they're the same people?  Or maybe not.  Hmmm..."  So I shoot out an email, only to find Cissy got married five years ago and never changed her maiden name from her PayPal account.  Better yet is when I get a PayPal from "Cissy Luscious" or something like that which SCREAMS of a pen name.  I look on my roster and am not shocked to see that "Luscious" isn't on the list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an exercise that is teaching me something, I'm sure, but whatever it is I'm supposed to be learning, the lesson seems to be going straight over my head.  I find myself cursing and snarling and generally asking myself what possessed me to ever sign up for this job in the first place.  I don’t even balance my own checkbook and never have.  I just am one of those people who has a “feel” for what’s in my account.  Of course I bounced stuff right and left when I got married since my husband spends money in odd patterns without telling me, but that’s another blog for another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, in the next day or two it will be over, and I can blog about author photos, which is what I've been working on.  I have some interesting observations I think will amuse you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112540960613429955?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112540960613429955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112540960613429955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112540960613429955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112540960613429955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/hold-on.html' title='Hold on!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112490069289978730</id><published>2005-08-24T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T09:24:52.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S. Internet Down</title><content type='html'>So my internet has been down off and on since Sunday.  It really annoys me.  I feel isolated without checking my email, oh, 400 times an hour.  I feel lost without reading my usual blogs, then emailing the authors with sarcastic comments.  In fact, I felt so down right cut off from the world that I actually - gasp - called a few of my old friends on the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt odd, fumbling around for my now-unused-cellphone at the bottom of my purse, pushing tiny buttons on the contacts list and then having to leave a message for everyone but &lt;a href="http://sagegrayson.com/"&gt;Sage Grayson&lt;/a&gt;, who was trying to talk to me and have two IM conversations at the same time.  (Bet she regrets giving me her cell number at the last writer's conference we went to - heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over the last few days, all the cats I called on Sunday and Monday were calling me back.  Which meant I had to talk to them.  Not that I didn't enjoy it, and it allowed me to wander around the house and clean, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this weird relationship with the phone, left over from when I worked in the real world.  I got to the point where if I was home, I didn't like to talk on the phone.  Working for CapitalOne (the credit card guys), I was in an environment where voicemail ruled your life.  Email was for Cover Your Ass purposes, but almost all work came through the phone.  I began to think of the phone as the ringing harbinger of crisis.  To this day, the phone rings and I jump.  Not that I don't enjoy a good crisis every now and again, but my nerves are shot from finishing up this last book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I was talking to my friend Ashley last night.  She's single now and dating.  It's been a long time since I was single and dating, and even back in 'Nam, I didn't really DATE, as much as engage in serial monogamy.  In collage, I tried the dating thing and found juggling a bunch of guys around was too hard for me.  I'm kind of a possessive person anyway, not really into sharing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ashley was telling me all about her men -- The Neighbor, The Band Guy, The Ex, The Guy She Works With, The Guy She Met At the Bar, etc etc -- and I thought, "If I tried to keep up with all these guys, I'd have to call them "Buddy" so I wouldn't accidentally call them by the wrong name."  I was exhausted just listening to it all.  Her other line rang in about 20 times during our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got off the phone, I went back downstairs to hang out with my guy and watch Big Brother 6 (yes, we're Reality TV hags).  As boring as my life might be, I appreciate it.  Although, talking to Ashley reminded me of this book I was thinking about writing... it's about four girlfriends who dare each other to do all kinds of things, like see who can date the most men at one time.  I scribbled some notes this morning.  Who knows?  I might just write it one day.  Of course, that would require more phone calls to Ashley, since obviously I am not an expert on How To Juggle Multiple Men At One Time.  But the internet connection came back up again and so all that's on hold.  Thank God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112490069289978730?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112490069289978730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112490069289978730' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112490069289978730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112490069289978730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/sos-internet-down.html' title='S.O.S. Internet Down'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112489833038389911</id><published>2005-08-24T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T08:46:46.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Recommended Reads!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.robindowens.com/images/heartchoice_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="348" alt="" src="http://www.robindowens.com/images/heartchoice_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robin Owens HEART CHOICE is out! Read it! I did and loved it. I give it a serious RR - recommended read - from yours truly. All of Robin's Heart books are brilliant, although I like HEART DUEL best. &lt;a href="http://www.robindowens.com/images/HeartChoiceWebsite.pdf"&gt;Read an excerpt.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also, I read BEYOND CONTROL, which I blogged about below. I thought it was one of Rebecca York's best. Then again, I'm partial to mind-meld kinds of themes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I wanted to recommend another book which I haven't mentioned yet - WARPRIZE, by Elizabeth Vaughan. I really enjoyed it. It headed more towards the fantasy end of a fantasy romance, but it was well worth the read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112489833038389911?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112489833038389911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112489833038389911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112489833038389911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112489833038389911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/three-recommended-reads.html' title='Three Recommended Reads!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112446446382430430</id><published>2005-08-19T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T08:18:02.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mywebpages.comcast.net/glick/beyond-control-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="289" alt="" src="http://mywebpages.comcast.net/glick/beyond-control-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, I took the day off and went to the bookstore. Sigh. I love the bookstore. For two hours worth of work, I bought three books. One was a Mercedes Lackey book, one was my friend and critique partner Jasmine Haynes' book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0425203034/qid=1124464627/sr=8-7/ref=pd_bbs_7/104-1692534-1047118?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;TWIN PEAKS&lt;/a&gt; (fantastic read if you like contemporary spicy romance), and one was this - Rebecca York's BEYOND CONTROL about telepaths who discover and develop their powers only when they sexually link with another of their kind. Heh! Sounds fantastic, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mywebpages.comcast.net/glick/sneak-p21.htm"&gt;Read an excerpt here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112446446382430430?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112446446382430430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112446446382430430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112446446382430430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112446446382430430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/beyond-control.html' title='Beyond Control'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112439897105975626</id><published>2005-08-18T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T14:02:51.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Amusing Blogs</title><content type='html'>Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I would blog about other blogs I'm reading regularly at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the writing ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jodywallace.com/"&gt;http://www.jodywallace.com/&lt;/a&gt; -  Jody Wallace (author and cat lover)’s snarky sister blog.  Jody (who is darn funny herself) has her sister blog about this and that.  Cracks me totally up!  But you’ll notice that she cleverly takes you past her home page of her latest author events for you to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaciburton.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jaciburton.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; - Jaci Burton blogs about story ideas, good books and her general writing life.  Also, &lt;a href="http://cjsthing.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cjsthing.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; - CJ Burton and Jaci’s husband do an advice column that often has me snickering out loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://genashowalter.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://genashowalter.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; - Gena Showalter has Hot Guy Monday.  Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shelleybradley.com/blog/"&gt;http://www.shelleybradley.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt; - Shelley’s got her husband right now writing about what it’s like married to a romance author!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robindowens.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.robindowens.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; - Robin Owens talks about writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agents are even getting into it!!  &lt;a href="http://www.knightagency.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.knightagency.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-Writing Blogs:&lt;br /&gt;This site you must visit – this woman takes old sewing patterns and posts the pictures up and makes fun of them – heh - &lt;a href="http://threadbared.com/"&gt;http://threadbared.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also go here:  &lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/"&gt;http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about putting up the American version of this blog --- &lt;a href="http://www.paul-johnson.co.uk/pint/"&gt;http://www.paul-johnson.co.uk/pint/&lt;/a&gt; --- if you buy him a pint, he takes a picture of himself drinking it.  HAHAHA.  Don’t know why that totally amused me, but it did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112439897105975626?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112439897105975626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112439897105975626' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112439897105975626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112439897105975626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/other-amusing-blogs.html' title='Other Amusing Blogs'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112432505893562142</id><published>2005-08-17T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T17:30:58.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A - B - C-ya!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, SECRET OBSESSION is gone, gone, gone. My agent has it and can jam it in her ear as far as I'm concerned. Not that I don't like it, mind you. It's a great book, but I'm bored with it. I mean, I've read it now 300 times at least and I'm ready to hang out with another crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it, I've been writing this book off and on for (checking) seven months now (I wrote the first three chapters, then took a long break, then wrote four more chapters, then another break, then I jammed out the rest). So I've been spending time with this same set of people forever. Long enough, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ben-browder.com/wallpapers/1024x768/pdvd_096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.ben-browder.com/wallpapers/1024x768/pdvd_096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm ready to hang out with him for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone recommended him as a cure for bad in-laws and I happen to agree that he's a tasty treat, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this sassy smirky smile he's got going on too.  Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I'll be back on the blogging tour now that the book is done.  I think I'm going to do a blog about other blogs next.  That should amuse me, although probably no one else will be as entertained... we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112432505893562142?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112432505893562142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112432505893562142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112432505893562142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112432505893562142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/b-c-ya.html' title='A - B - C-ya!!!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112406530356420584</id><published>2005-08-14T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T17:21:43.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in the mood...</title><content type='html'>I'm in the mood to be viciously selfish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you are gasping in horror out there, but I just spent the weekend with my bad in-laws (as opposed to the set I like - my husband's parents are divorced) and it sucked.  Not terribly.  Not as bad as that time I got locked in an elevator for almost two hours with twenty people, one of which was a claustrophobic lady who had a nervous breakdown, screaming continuously "help! help! get me out of here!!" until I started laughing hysterically, which wasn't an appropriate response to the situation, but was the best I could do at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was really uncomfortable and creepy crawly, if you know what I mean.  That kind of soul sucking, draining experience where everyone is trying to be nice, but there is so much history and bad feelings locked in one small space that you find yourself out on the back porch just so you can breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I returned home and instead of working on SECRET OBSESSION (my work in progress I owe my agent like yesterday -- I'll have it done on Wednesday night, I promise), I decided I would watch FARSCAPE episodes and make a fat bowl of butterscotch pudding and eat the whole thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I'm not saying my husband's family is any worse than my own.  My family is a mess, even if it's carefully hidden from the outside world.  It's just hard to know the right thing to do when it's not your family.  When his father left before any of got up this morning, do I agree with everyone that he's a jerk, or do I secretly just thank God he's gone?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do either.  I ate a piece of my step-son's birthday cake.  It was better than laughing hysterically, I thought, and tastier too.  Who says I never learn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112406530356420584?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112406530356420584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112406530356420584' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112406530356420584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112406530356420584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-in-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in the mood...'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112386062462129903</id><published>2005-08-12T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T08:32:19.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reno - The End</title><content type='html'>So now it's Saturday. I'm hung over from the Harlequin party last night, even though I swear I never felt like I had my drunk on the whole time. &lt;a href="http://genashowalter.com/"&gt;Gena Showalter &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.pccast.net/pages/aboutPC.html"&gt;PC Cast &lt;/a&gt;made the event, putting on their own dance show that had me questioning if Gena's hips were double jointed. (As an aside - check out the pictures on PC's website - hahahaha. TOTALLY had me snickering.) I went with my critique partner and fantastic friend, &lt;a href="http://www.skullybuzz.com/"&gt;Jennifer Skully&lt;/a&gt;, who came in exhausted from eating seven courses at the HQN dinner before hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day, my goal was basically to snarf more free books so I can run a contest for my newsletter folks when I get home. I'm giving away a whole bag of them - &lt;a href="http://www.leighwyndfield.com"&gt;check it out on my site&lt;/a&gt;! I ran into &lt;a href="http://jaciburton.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jaci Burton&lt;/a&gt; and her fabu husband Charlie snarfing books of their own. We found &lt;a href="http://sagegrayson.com/"&gt;Sage Grayson &lt;/a&gt;and decided to take a break and gossip viciously about Tara Taylor Quinn, the RWA president who has caused a fervor the likes of which haven't been seen in the organization for at least four years. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, then I went to the Red Sage spotlight, then got ready for the dinner and Rita awards, which I already blogged about &lt;a href="http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/quick-blog-about-rwa-nationals.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I won't bore you with more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I spent 10 hours flying home. I almost missed my connect since we landed late, having circled the Atlanta airport for several hours (I'm not joking). When I got off the airplane, I saw that I hadn't been assigned another route home, even though my other flight had officially departed 3 minutes before. I pull an OJ Simpson - dashing through the airport, past 8 million people in line to reschedule their flights, down the stairs to the tram. I showed up just as the doors shut and it took off. Heaving like a 10 pack a day smoker (I'm carrying 30 pounds of books and a laptop on my back), I turn without pausing and sprint down the moving sidewalks to the next terminal, back up the stairs, and ALL THE WAY TO THE VERY LAST FREAKING GATE!! How's that for luck? I thrust my boarding pass at the desk guy, my hands shaking so badly he had to grasp for it twice, not that it stopped him from chatting with his friend. I stagger to the LAST seat (literally) in the plane, drop down and try to cram everything under the seat in front of me, since there is, of course, no bin space left. I'm heaving for air, sweating out all the alcohol I've been drinking all week and so thirsty, I could die (they ended up not serving beverages on the flight, by the way - too much turbulence). The stewardess gets on the intercom and, instead of starting the preflight instruction on how to buckle your seat belt, announces that it will be another thirty minutes until we leave because the pilot of this plane hasn't landed yet from his last flight. He's still circling above us. I just ran 7 miles with a total of 40 pounds on my back for absolutely no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, I have the worst freaking luck when it comes to air travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is thank God I'm home.  I don't want to have this much fun again for another year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112386062462129903?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112386062462129903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112386062462129903' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112386062462129903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112386062462129903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/reno-end.html' title='Reno - The End'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112377268492389845</id><published>2005-08-11T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T08:19:24.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reno - Day 4</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know. I'm two days late with this post. But a series of unfortunate events occurred which have conspired against me. First, my AC went out. Right in the middle of editing this book - is there no god?!? And second, my husband "fixed" the wireless modem so that it may never work again. I time warped back ten years and dialed up to post this blog in 400 degree heat. Further, my PC is acting wonky. After this goes up, I'm backing up my files like a banshee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday dawns in Reno and I wake up feeling ill. I'm not a big fan of speaking, but feel it's a skill I'd better learn now, instead of after that best seller hits (hey, if I don't believe, who will?). I realize I haven't really thought through what I'll talk about. So I go down and grab some food and give my section of the speech to anyone I can find with a pulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started feeling better, so I greedily snapped up some free books. I need more books like I need a hole in my head, but my love of books is what landed me in this job in the first place and free is my favorite word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - so it's time. We're talking on novellas - common mistakes and how to write around them. (I have to bring my brain out of the fridge to write this part - I'll be right back - ahhh! much better). Judith goes first. She's almost lost her voice and I'm silently cheering her on, since she's kind of the anchor man of this little performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talks about submissions with the following problems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Novellas without strong beginnings - too much back-story, ones that don't grab you from the first sentence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Novellas without endings - wrapping up too quickly, not resolving both the external plot and the romance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Novellas that have external or romantic arcs that don't arc -- more on this later in my section of the talk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too many characters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unsympathetic characters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Novellas without strong conflict&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Novellas that aren't tightly written with every single sentence furthering the story&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She told what she wants to see - a ROMANCE with a happily ever after and sex that is believable and sensual, not just sexual.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Essentially, she believes (and I agree) that novellas are different from novels in the following ways:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Romance – The novella-length romance arc reflects a more concentrated progression and often encompasses a shorter time frame. The romance is arced using pivotal points within the plot, conflict and characterization to achieve the goal of the HEA. A previous history, whether romantic or not, often assists with the progression of the romance within the limited word count.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Characterization – The majority of story’s focus is on the hero and heroine, and they are usually brought onto scene within the opening pages. Secondary characters are few in number and are used as a device to forward the progression of the romance, plot or conflict. A novella is not the place for an ensemble cast of characters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plot – The plot must be concise but not too complex, instead a scenario that lends itself to the shortened word count. The lead-in is necessarily brief, and the novella typically starts at the incident that brings the hero and the heroine together. It is vital to avoid “information dump” and keep the back story to a minimum, weaving in only the elements that are integral to either to establishing the characters, setting, conflict or plot. The action must have impact; the dialogue reflect characterization, the conflict or the romance; and the scenes segue smoothly from one to the other without wasted wordage. Scenes in a novella usually are shorter in length, and chapters, if used, often average around eight to ten pages.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conflict – The conflict must be simple, believable and act as another device to forward the romance and the characterization arc. In novella-length romances, there tend to be one external conflict and a limited scope of internal conflict.&lt;br /&gt;Setting – The setting must be well developed, yet introduced quickly and often used as another device to present characterization, the romance or the conflict. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HEA – The happily ever after still demonstrates the commitment of the hero and the heroine to each other, but in a novella-length romance, the HEA can simply be a commitment to continue the relationship in its present form.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And never forgets the KISS:&lt;br /&gt;The novella-length romance epitomizes the “Keep It Simple, Stupid” rule. Keeping many of the above elements simple and not overly complex allows the novella-length romance to focus on the most important part – the love story between the hero and the heroine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Angela Knight talked about how she grew as a writer by writing comics. Because she only had a very tight amount of space (2 lines per frame) to tell a story, this helped her distill down to the essentials to write novellas. She made a point that people love characters that care about others, so she always writes her characters with this in mind. She also spoke about writing sensual sex. &lt;a href="http://angelasknights.blogspot.com/2005/02/making-long-story-short.html"&gt;Check out a FANTASTIC article that summarizes her talk Here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For my part, I spoke first about secondary characters. You need to keep your secondary characters to a minimum. I'm more of a pantzer (someone who writes without a pre-defined plot) and so what I do is write the novella, then make a list of all the secondary characters and their functions in the story. You can do this during the outline stage if you're a plotter. Then I try to combine as many people up as possible, halving the list of characters if possible. So for example, Tim brings the news that the planet is under attack. Roy is later killed defending the heroine. I will then change it to Tim who's bumped off. The reason? Simple - you only have a tiny amount of words to tell this story - you don't want to waste them on setting up nebulous secondary characters. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went off on a short rant about setting as a character. I write fantasy/SF/paranormal romance, which means I have to set up my world FAST in these novellas (same thing applies if you're writing historicals). If you think about your setting as a character, it will help you trim down the amount of words you use to introduce your world to just the essentials. I go back and take every sentence that sets up the setting and rewrite them, combining them up, punching them up - so that where there had been five sentences, there is now one that will (in theory) convey all that information with a punch to the reader. Thinking of the setting as a character helps me do this. (Yes, some of you think I’m nuts, but it works for me and maybe it will work for one of you, too.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spoke about tension. One of the biggest problems authors struggle with in novels or novellas is keeping tension high, but in novellas, it's essential. If I'm writing a 100 page novella, I'll usually have 10 page chapters, leaving me with 10 chapters (you with me? heh). So what I do is take a sheet of paper, turn it sideways and draw ten stairs up the page. Above every stair, I write the increase in external tension I will try to accomplish for that chapter (this coincides with my external plot arc) . Below the stair, I write the increase in the romantic arc for that chapter. For example, in chapter two of a recent novella I wrote, I had above the stair "Monsters are mysteriously getting into the camp" and below the stair "Heroine recognizes hero as her mate, but decides not to tell him of their bond." Then I inch up the stairs, making sure every chapter increases my external and romantic tension. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, I spoke about the fact a novella should have a beginning, middle and end. Rushing the ending is really the biggie Judith sees, but what else is there to say but "don't do it!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know you guys were waiting for this. Hope it's everything you were looking forward to!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112377268492389845?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112377268492389845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112377268492389845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112377268492389845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112377268492389845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/reno-day-4.html' title='Reno - Day 4'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112351743168058715</id><published>2005-08-08T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T09:11:57.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Correction</title><content type='html'>After speaking with my husband at length about this issue (he just decided to read my blog for the first time), I have agreed to make the following correction to an earlier post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the July 21st blog, titled "Hot Guys? Anyone?" the following sentence should be corrected from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I open the door to the most fantastically built, hot guy I've ever seen in my whole entire life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I open the door to the most fantastically built, hot guy who almost looked as good as my husband does on a daily basis. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I greatly regret any confusion my earlier post may have caused. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112351743168058715?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112351743168058715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112351743168058715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112351743168058715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112351743168058715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/correction.html' title='Correction'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112351011745522676</id><published>2005-08-08T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T07:59:58.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reno - Day 3</title><content type='html'>I started the morning moderating &lt;a href="http://www.ariannahart.com/"&gt;Arianna Hart’s &lt;/a&gt;workshop on writing EMTs and Firefighters. She did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the class, someone got a little obnoxious in the Q&amp;amp;A session at the end. I think the woman was prepared to go point by point through Ari's talk and tell what she, as a police dispatcher, thought about each subject. Now if you're an expert in the field, why go to the class? I'm being serious here. My time is valuable - once I lose it, I'll never get it back (I keep reminding myself this as I race to my PC to read the latest update on the RWA president's personal train wreck). It’s almost as if she felt a call from God to make sure Ari told the truth in her class and if she didn't, well this woman was going to correct her, by golly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself wondering if I, as the moderator, should step in or if Ari was the one who was supposed to handle it. Ari got things under control before I figured it out. They had a class to teach moderators how to moderate, but it was seven hours after Ari's talk. I wonder if part of the training included How to Handle Obnoxious Class Attendees. That would actually be really good stuff to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My agent, &lt;a href="http://www.knightagency.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deidre Knight&lt;/a&gt;, had a lunch in Tahoe for all her authors. She totally rocks, by the way. Love that woman!! We took a bus up to a house on the lake that was owned by an extremely eccentric dude named George Whittell, Jr. It seems this guy had more money than Bill Gates, had more eccentricities than Michael Jackson, and loved a good party as long as you didn't make the mistake of thinking you could spend the night over. We’re talking a separate house just to play cards in, his own menagerie of circus animals, and cool hidden tunnels between all the rooms. Lunch was great, the house tour super-cool, but I think what I really enjoyed was finally meeting two people I keep cyber bumping into, &lt;a href="http://jaciburton.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jaci Burton&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://shelleybradley.com/"&gt;Shelley Bradley&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside, I have this really bad problem that occurs when people are long winded and boring. My mother raised me with Southern manners, I swear, and I know it's rude, but I just cannot seem to help myself. I *MUST* leave immediately either mentally, or preferably by physical means, the moment I feel that mind-numbing tedium that reminds me of this blind professor who taught my dissertation class in college on turn-of-the-century amusements (doesn’t that sound like it would be amazing?? It wasn’t.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The historical society lady at Thunderbird talked for about 7 hours (okay 30 minutes) about the house. She began right as I finished off the last sip of my wine. Sadly, she stood in front of the bar, so I would have had to circle her to get a refill. My luck is like that sometimes. Basically, every time I looked at her, I saw about 15 bottles of wine sitting in a bucket of ice beyond her shoulder. I'm not an alcoholic, but I think wine would have made her more interesting. I'm just guessing. It got so bad, I went and played for awhile in the bathroom. It was a nice bathroom, and the cell reception was fantastic, allowing me to text page back and forth with my husband for a bit. I'm sure everyone thought I had a bad stomach, but better that then they know I was being horribly rude. I could tell &lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/genashowalter/"&gt;Gena Showalter &lt;/a&gt;was jealous I snuck out for awhile. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I zoomed to my room after lunch in time to change and get to the &lt;a href="http://www.romance-ffp.com/"&gt;Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal RWA Chapter's &lt;/a&gt;Gathering celebration. It was a rocking event, filled with updates on the paranormal romance market, talks by agents and editors on what they're looking for, and lots of different kinds of coffee. I love coffee and these concoctions were the kind with whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top - love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to learn I won the Prism Award for Best Paranormal Erotic Romance for my book &lt;a href="http://www.leighwyndfield.com/"&gt;IN ICE&lt;/a&gt;. My hero in this book will always have a huge place in my heart, because he wears a mask. Come on, you know you've always had a thing for masked men!! Admit it ladies! Robin Hood and Zorro. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, afterwards, I decided to buy everyone a round of shots (Sex on the Beach, to go along with my award theme), so about 20 of us troop to the bar. In my euphoria, I ordered before my thrifty soul realized what I was doing. The bartender stacked out glasses.&lt;br /&gt;"Wait a second!" I held up a hand. "I forgot to ask how much this will cost."&lt;br /&gt;"Eighty bucks," he said.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not paying eighty dollars for shots. Any way you can give me a deal? I'm looking for something around the forty range." Where these words came from, I don't know. I can only say that I was high on caffeine, sugar and life at that moment. I felt like I could do anything, say anything - hell, I felt like I could take over the world (no I didn't, but I suddenly had a flash of Pinky and The Brain there).&lt;br /&gt;"Let me see what I can do." He made the shots, rang them up, and says, "Forty-one dollars and fifty cents." He even got two hostesses to carry them over to the table for me.&lt;br /&gt;WOW! I can't believe that actually worked!!! Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;A fantastic topper to a fantastic day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112351011745522676?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112351011745522676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112351011745522676' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112351011745522676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112351011745522676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/reno-day-3.html' title='Reno - Day 3'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112343134775549619</id><published>2005-08-07T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T09:20:45.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reno - Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, I made it! Yeehaw! After missing the hotel shuttle last night, I called my critique partner and basically begged until she found someone sober enough to come pick me up at the airport. But I’m here at the Reno Hilton, rarin’ to go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Short Rant On Sharing A Bed: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ve decided I can’t share a bed with someone who is not my husband. My roommate slept last night in kind of in a V, so her fanny rubbed on my body off and on all night. Not good. Not good at all. There is something about another person in the bed, the feeling of never being able to fully relax, just in case you do something bad while you’re asleep. Or more importantly, SHE might do something bad while &lt;strong&gt;I'm&lt;/strong&gt; sleep. (Just kidding Liz - heh) I’m not sure what either of us might do that I should be on guard for, but I’m sleeping with one eye open none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the trauma from my first roommate I had in NYC for this same conference back in 2003. She basically cuddled into me every night, tucking her hand around my stomach. No. No, no, NO!!! That just won't do. The trauma has made me a super-light sleeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, around 5:30 or so in the morning, I pulled out &lt;a href="http://www.rebeccayork.com/"&gt;Rebecca York’s&lt;/a&gt; latest, Crimson Moon, and finished that up since I wasn't sleeping anyway. Good book. I'll have to blog about it some time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to the story:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I hung around with &lt;a href="http://www.ariannahart.com/"&gt;Arianna Hart&lt;/a&gt;. We figured we’d get some quality time in with each other before the madness began. Over sushi, we yapped about her latest book, Honor Bound, and generally gossiped about everything and everyone until some folks sat down close to us that we knew. Gossip is only fun if you don't get caught, so we moved on. Oh - thanks for lunch Ari!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The new &lt;a href="http://passionateink.org/"&gt;Passionate Ink&lt;/a&gt; spicy romance writers group met in the afternoon for drinks and a social. Thanks to Sylvia Day, Shelley Bradley, and the rest of the crew for working so hard to put this group together! Writers of Spicy Romance Unite!! (I just wrote "Untie" by accident - hee hee). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ate dinner with &lt;a href="http://www.angelasknights.com/"&gt;Angela Knight&lt;/a&gt;, her husband, and &lt;a href="http://www.redsagepub.com/"&gt;Red Sage&lt;/a&gt; editor Judith Pich. Thanks to Judith for buying us a fabulous dinner at the Hilton steak house. The food was to die for. We spent over three hours talking about the class we were giving on Friday on writing novellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This class is totally going to rock! It’s all about the mistakes Judith consistently sees when she reads over submissions and how as writers Angela and I try to keep those mistakes from happening. The conversation at dinner was fascinating. I know that makes me sound like a total geek, but it was. I’m going to blog just about this later in the week, but I think what totally had my attention was the passion to which the three of us feel about writing and reading short erotic romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a trick to writing short, one that a lot of authors never master. I think it has to do with understanding how to condense your romantic and external plot arcs, keeping your conflict manageable, and limiting your cast of characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Further cool stuff I found out:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Red Sage is going to start giving out $1,000 advances - hoo-boy!&lt;br /&gt;* Angela's next Red Sage novella (in Vol. 14, which also contains my novella, NIGHT HEAT) will have not one, but TWO heroes.&lt;br /&gt;* Red Sage is going to put out six anthologies next year.&lt;br /&gt;* Angela and her husband have a really cool relationship - he's a total sweetie and takes a huge interest in her work!&lt;br /&gt;* Red Sage has joined the Ingrams book distribution network. That will mean - ta da! - Barnes and Noble baby!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally finishing up, I went to meet my friends, but found that they were all in bed. Losers. It was only 11:30pm. The night was young. With a heavy heart, I trudged to my room. Tomorrow I have one heck of a day planned, so I might as well get a good night’s sleep -- or as good as I can get with my roommate's fanny rubbing on me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112343134775549619?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112343134775549619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112343134775549619' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112343134775549619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112343134775549619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/reno-day-2.html' title='Reno - Day 2'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112342346992849100</id><published>2005-08-07T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T07:09:57.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTEST, CONTEST, CONTEST</title><content type='html'>Do you get my newsletter? If you don't, sign up quick -&lt;br /&gt;Send an email to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:leighwyndfield_newsletter-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;leighwyndfield_newsletter-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you already get my newsletter, I'm giving away my coolest contest prize yet!! This is my way of celebrating my newest release, &lt;a href="http://www.redsagepub.com/secret12.html"&gt;Secrets Volume 12&lt;/a&gt;, which has gotten a 4 ½ star Romantic Times Top Pick and Recommended Read from Fallen Angels Reviews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PRIZE: When I was in Reno, I picked up books from some of the hottest romance authors around, most of which have been signed by the author. I'm going to give away a whole bag full of them to the winner!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how to enter -&lt;br /&gt;Send me an email to &lt;a href="mailto:leighwyndfield@yahoo.com"&gt;leighwyndfield@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; with the words "RENO CONTEST" in the subject line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MUST BE A MEMBER OF MY NEWSLETTER LOOP TO ENTER. This is my way of thanking my newsletter members for sticking with me through my recent lack of book releases. I appreciate you. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enter only once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This contest is only open to United States residents (because otherwise postage would kill me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If more than 100 newsletter folks enter, I'll give away TWO bags of books to two different winners, which will double your chances to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to &lt;a href="http://jaciburton.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jaci Burton&lt;/a&gt; for this idea! Besides being hysterically funny, your advice is fantastic lady!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112342346992849100?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112342346992849100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112342346992849100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112342346992849100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112342346992849100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/contest-contest-contest.html' title='CONTEST, CONTEST, CONTEST'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112342236851806475</id><published>2005-08-07T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T06:46:08.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Book Promo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lucymonroe.com/images/sq2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" height="277" alt="" src="http://www.lucymonroe.com/images/sq2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all - check out this new story from Lucy Monroe - “Moon Magnetism” is a novella in STAR QUALITY, which came out in May from Brava books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurb:&lt;br /&gt;Ivy Kendall dreads the full moon. For generations, women in her family have been extremely magnetic on that day—which was fine fifty years ago but not in the age of hard drives and cell phones. That’s why the hotel manager has resisted the technological improvements her boss wants her to implement. Now, the sexy, dynamic Blake Hawthorne is coming to insist on the upgrades in person. Shoot, he’ll probably fire her. Being around Blake makes her body go as haywire as a full moon, maybe even more. And as long as she’s going to be out of a job soon, there’s no reason not to use a little of that magnetism to her advantage, luring him into an elevator where the only electricity that will work is the kind they generate themselves…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's something I have to read - she's magnetic!!  Like literally!  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lucymonroe.com/ExcerptsSQ.htm"&gt;Read an excerpt here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112342236851806475?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112342236851806475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112342236851806475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112342236851806475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112342236851806475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/quick-book-promo.html' title='Quick Book Promo'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112342204859551321</id><published>2005-08-07T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T06:40:48.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marianne Mancusi</title><content type='html'>Today I've got too many blogs I'm putting out - I apologize in advance, but there are some things I need to tell everyone and I still want to get myself out of the airport and actually to Reno where the fun and games begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.literarychicks.com/images/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.literarychicks.com/images/fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marianne Mancusi returned from RWA Nationals in Reno to find her house had burned down. Here's what's left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sucks. And she didn't have any renter's insurance. Ouch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a group called the &lt;a href="http://literarychicks.com/"&gt;Literary Chicks&lt;/a&gt; is acutioning off critiques from industry professionals Chris Keesler, the Deidre Knight Agency, Beth de Guzman, Stephanie Kip Rostan, Steve Axelrod, and more. Authors critiquing include Jennifer Crusie, Allison Rushby, Bev Katz Rosenbaum, Dianna Love Snell, Wendy Roberts,  and more.   If you are interested, pop over and check it out.  I've sent my contribution, because I know from watching another friend how hard it is to recover from something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance for helping Marianne out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112342204859551321?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112342204859551321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112342204859551321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112342204859551321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112342204859551321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/marianne-mancusi.html' title='Marianne Mancusi'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112327396878234983</id><published>2005-08-05T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T13:32:48.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They say getting there is half the fun...</title><content type='html'>They say getting there is half the fun...  but whoever "they" are, they're liars.  All of them.  This was written on the way to Reno for the Romance Writers of America Conference this past week - sorry it's late, but deadlines have been calling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad luck is supposed to come in threes.  I must be heading into a second round then, because I’ve had quite a run recently.  Sometimes I think Bad Luck is my best friend – him and Bad Choices.  They’ve both been pals of mine for years, always by my side, nudging me in the wrong direction.  But today, I’ve been hanging with just Bad Luck, who seems to travel with me when I fly.  Lost luggage, mechanical problems, stewardesses who spill drinks on my head, missed connections – and I’m not getting into the crying babies, airsick passengers and other undesirables I inevitably get stuck sitting next to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it will take me five extra hours to get to Reno above and beyond the original ten hours it was to take in the first place.  I’m not bitter.  Well, not too much.  After all, Delta gave me a meal voucher for SEVEN dollars.  HA!  But a free sandwich is better than jack squat, I remind myself.  She only gave it to me because I didn’t unleash a fury on them.  I know this because she thanked me for being so patient (stop laughing!  I've been patient before.  That one time back in 1994...)  What was the point of complaining?  Bad Luck screwed me.  There wasn’t anything else to do but eat my sandwich and go to the airport bookstore to count the whole passel of Black Lace books they had there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m sitting beside a guy who has his cell on speakerphone.  He’s old and deaf, so he has it cranked.  Come on now!  Have mercy!!  But lucky for me, Bad Choices caught an earlier flight, so I’ve resisted the urge to tell him about cellphone etiquette. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to a writing convention, very serious and all that – editors and other publishing professionals everywhere.  It’s best behavior time.  Last year, I made a complete ass out of myself in front of Nora Roberts.  It made a good story, though.  Nora told me I was “refreshing” afterwards, repeating my name several times.  I’m not sure that was such a good thing, no matter how amused everyone seemed to be by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In six hours, I’ll make it to Reno.  I figure Bad Choices is already there, swigging a shot of tequila with a beer chaser.  He’s an ass, but never boring.  I plan to resist temptation.  I will resist temptation.  I promise to resist temptation, no matter how much fun it seems like it might be at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112327396878234983?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112327396878234983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112327396878234983' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112327396878234983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112327396878234983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/they-say-getting-there-is-half-fun.html' title='They say getting there is half the fun...'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112309242468470762</id><published>2005-08-03T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T09:28:47.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Blog About RWA Nationals</title><content type='html'>I have a blog for almost every day I was at the National Romance Writers of America Conference in Reno from this past week, sitting around waiting to be edited, but I ran into my agent in the airport and was treated to a stern, "where in H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks is that book you owe me" speech. So instead of blogging, I've been doing that writing thing that will, in theory, bring me some income sometime down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the blogs include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it I always end up taking hours longer to fly any place than the itinerary the airline books me with? With a short rant included about one of my best friends, Bad Luck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The talk I gave on Friday with Senior Red Sage Editor Judith Pich and Author Angela Knight on how to write novellas - the pitfalls Judith sees and the ways Angela and I write around them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Prism Award win for IN ICE, including what happens when you're flying so damn high, you negotiate with the bartender, getting shots for 20 people half price.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first book signing at Nationals, including throwing candy at other authors for fun and profit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And why I cannot sleep in the same bed with people I'm not married to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I just have to take 10 minutes right now from writing (it's almost 2pm and I've written 22 double spaced pages - I'm starting to go brain dead anyway) to talk about this whole thing that went down Saturday night at the Rita Awards Ceremony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I was there and I'll admit, it wasn't the greatest. But I just ate a can of soup and read my email box (I'll reply later - I promise!) and see that we're all going down Hysterical Street again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so it wasn't tasteful (re: Monica Lewinsky - Lorena Bobbit), it was positive to the Republicans (uh oh), it showed a lot of meaningless history and not a lot of women making history, it had goofy people jaunting down a runway in goofy outfits, and Nora Roberts, in an effort to advert disaster (or at least save herself from participating in it) bailed out as the MC at the last minute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do I think any of this is good? Hell no.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But before we press the pedal to the metal and waste precious writing hours getting all worked up again, perhaps we can remember back to that time long ago when we were readers and had never even *heard* of RWA. Friends, fellow writers, et al, nobody but us even knows who the heck we are, let alone cares what happened at our awards ceremony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was there and what *I* thought (since all of you really want to know, I'm sure) was, “Thank God this bottle of wine isn’t empty and really White Zin isn’t as terrible as I last remembered, further I’m going to resist the urge to eat the head off my Rita Award chocolate so I can take it back to the kids, and gee the lining on this dress is KILLING me – I need to get out of this dress RIGHT NOW.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is something to be said about being clueless….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112309242468470762?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112309242468470762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112309242468470762' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112309242468470762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112309242468470762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/08/quick-blog-about-rwa-nationals.html' title='Quick Blog About RWA Nationals'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112198402593198475</id><published>2005-07-21T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T15:19:44.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot guys?  Anyone?</title><content type='html'>So my husband, whom I love (please don't send me a bunch of emails saying how wonderful he is - this isn't about him), has been playing this little game called "Schedule People to Work on the House Without Telling the Wife" lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I was sitting outside reading my latest manuscript in my bathing suit, trying desperately to dampen the white glow of my body in time for nationals next week. And no, I do not look like LKH's latest heroine - I look like a sickly computer programmer. Into the driveway roars a bunch of guys in a truck. I scramble for my shirt and shorts like a Yankees fan after a foul ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, after I'd recovered from my embarrassment somewhat, the doorbell rings. I go answer it to find a guy in his twenties asking if I could turn on the outside power outlets. "No," I said to his two rather large, green nipple rings. I couldn't look away. We had the whole conversation with me staring at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT find that hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I hardly ever see a hot guy anywhere. Sighting them is a very rare occurrence for me. I saw one last year at the Police Academy shooting range. Thinking... Vin Diesel was hot in PITCH BLACK (but not in other movies). Um... well, Harrison Ford, of course, but he lives near my parents in Jackson Hole Wyoming and he's sadly VERY OLD now. &lt;sob&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to one of those stories all my friends find so amusing. It's call Leigh Wyndfield Acts Like A Jackass, Part 182:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has a condo up in the mountains and I went up a few days early to write. We had ants. Lots of them. I carefully tracked them into a box of chocolate cereal the kids love, then called the exterminator, since the ants didn't go away when the cereal did. They said they’d be out “sometime.” I shrugged and forgot them, settling happily in to spend a few days merrily writing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day later, there is a knock. "Weird," I thought. "No one comes here." I open the door to the most fantastically built, hot guy I've ever seen in my whole entire life. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi," I said, completely confused. Was he lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi," he says back in a strange, kind of sexy accent - maybe Norwegian. He looked like he came from Viking stock. Muscles bulge out his uniform and he's carrying this big box by a handle -- and I swear I thought he was a stripper!!!! In my bizarre, messed up writer's mind, I immediately decided my sister-in-law had finally gone one step too far in her pranks (it was my birthday the next day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look at each other while I try to form words to send this fabulous hunk of man away, because I know one thing - there is no way I'm letting him take off his clothes! I'm a married woman, for god's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um," he says, starting to look confused. "Did you say you have an ant problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize that the uniform says “Ned’s Exterminators” on it and I had, indeed, called about an ant problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so embarrassed. Really and truly. But also relieved, since I hadn't yet gotten the words out to stop him from undressing. THANK GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, that's one of the few men I've taken one look at and been speechless. Often, it's a man's personality that makes him for me, not his outside package. I don't the like feminine good looks you see in magazines. I guess I'm turned on by what I see on the inside more then the outside. Which might be why a lot of my heroes are pretty banged up. To me, scars mean character and experience. They symbolize the ability to face tough challenges head on and come out better for it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling I may be in the minority, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been back up quite a few times to the mountains since then and while I've been on the look out, the bugs are all gone. A man who is good looking AND completes a task beyond expectations - be still my beating heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112198402593198475?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112198402593198475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112198402593198475' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112198402593198475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112198402593198475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/07/hot-guys-anyone.html' title='Hot guys?  Anyone?'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112188799071800033</id><published>2005-07-20T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T12:33:10.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDEAD and UNAPPRECIATED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0425204332.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="301" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0425204332.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend Elizabeth Kruger emailed me yesterday about Mary Janice Davidson's latest book, UNDEAD AND UNAPPRECIATED.  She's just finished it and said - "The third installment of the Undead series was awesome.  Mary Janice kept the action moving and the quips hilarious.  As usual, I was laughing out loud in places and read the entire book in record time."  WOW! Now that's a fantastic quote!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a big fan of Mary Janice since reading her Secrets story, JARAD'S WOLF in Volume 8.  I'd never read a hero before that was so fantastically original - sexy, strong as hell, and admittedly stupid, he made me laugh out loud in the bathtub the first time I read his story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm off to get this book.  If you are a fan of funny paranormal stories, &lt;a href="http://www.maryjanicedavidson.net/U&amp;amp;U%203.htm"&gt;check out her excerpt here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112188799071800033?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112188799071800033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112188799071800033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112188799071800033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112188799071800033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/07/undead-and-unappreciated.html' title='UNDEAD and UNAPPRECIATED'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112170907632794851</id><published>2005-07-18T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T10:51:16.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning from Deirde Knight</title><content type='html'>It looks like someone is pretending to be Deidre Knight of the Knight Agency, sending out emails to e-published authors with false information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out her blog for details:  &lt;a href="http://www.knightagency.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.knightagency.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this kind of follows that whole "if it seems too good to be true, it probably is" thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112170907632794851?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112170907632794851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112170907632794851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112170907632794851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112170907632794851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/07/warning-from-deirde-knight.html' title='Warning from Deirde Knight'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112165060762263213</id><published>2005-07-17T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:36:47.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crimson City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lizmaverick.com/images/crimsonBig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" height="313" alt="" src="http://www.lizmaverick.com/images/crimsonBig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on Friday, I went and bought Liz Maverick's CRIMSON CITY, the start to a new series Dorchester is bringing out.  The line up goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;Book #1: Crimson City, by Liz Maverick&lt;br /&gt;Book #2: A Taste of Crimson, by &lt;a href="http://www.marjoriemliu.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Marjorie M. Liu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book #3: Through a Crimson Veil, by &lt;a href="http://www.pattioshea.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Patti O'Shea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book #4: A Darker Crimson, by &lt;a href="http://www.carolynjewel.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Carolyn Jewel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book #5: Seduced by Crimson, by &lt;a href="http://www.jadeleeauthor.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Jade Lee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book #6: Crimson Rogue, by Liz Maverick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually not a huge fan of reading series unless the whole set is out in print already, but I'm finishing up Susan Grant's 2176 series now and loved the first five books (haven't started the sixth).  They didn't have to be read in order or all at once, and neither do these.  Thank God, because I hate leaving a hero or heroine stuck for six months while the author writes the next book in the line.  Liz Maverick and Patti O'Shea both wrote books in the 2176 series - I actually just sent Patti an email a few days ago saying how much I liked her story THE POWER OF TWO.  I loved Liz's THE SHADOW RUNNERS as well, so this new offering from her is going to be yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series is even jazzier, since vamps and weres abound in futuristic LA.  A little different spin, for sure.  I'll let you know how it goes.  The excerpt was rocking!  &lt;a href="http://www.lizmaverick.com/crimsoncity.html"&gt;Read it here.&lt;/a&gt;  Plus how can you resist a back of the book blurb that ends with:  "Fleur Dumont is about to meet the one man who may understand her: a tormented protector who’s lost his way and all he loved."  AWWW!  A tormented protector hero.  Gotta love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say with all these awesome books out, I don't know how I'm finding time to write these days.  My To Be Read pile is so bad, the cats have started playing hide and seek behind the stacks on the floor.  But I guess there are worse things in life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112165060762263213?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112165060762263213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112165060762263213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112165060762263213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112165060762263213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/07/crimson-city.html' title='Crimson City'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112146731251280810</id><published>2005-07-15T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T15:41:52.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying NO</title><content type='html'>One of the reasons I haven't been blogging recently (besides a summer cold and the complete panic attack I had over not being able to write a word for a solid week - yeah, I know - wah, wah, wah - I'm a big baby) is that I have so many extra things I'm doing besides writing that fall under the writing umbrella.  You know - judging contests, critiquing new writer's work, being the treasurer of not one, but TWO RWA chapters, helping with a conference, helping with a party at Nationals, and the list goes on.  This on top of trying to make a deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in Wachovia setting up a bank account for the new Passionate Ink chapter the other day, I realize that I really struggle with the word "no." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, I feel guilty when I say no.  Lots of people have helped me along my writer's journey and I want to give back.  I don't want to be stingy, jealously hording my knowledge from my fellow author.  I want to share like others have shared with me as I’ve gone up the ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once read in the RWR an article by some famous author (I forget who, but she's my hero) who sent out a letter to her whole apartment building saying that while she writes from home,  she isn't going to accept her neighbors' packages, or walk their dog, or pick up their mail when they're out of town anymore.  Essentially, she told them all to f-off.  At the time, I laughed.  Now I realize just how strong she really was and I admire her for it.  I can only dream of being so kick ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to know our limits, hard to actually pre-plan enough to say no to judging a contest five months before you actually receive your entry packets.  But some how I'm going to need to learn.  Part of the problem is I'm just not sure how much is "just right."  Of course, being treasurer of two RWA groups isn't "just right" but rather is obviously in the dumb ass zone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way up to the mountains today, my husband practiced saying no with me.  He'd ask me a question like "So, you wanna be the treasurer of our group?" and I would answer, "No."  Just no, without an explanation that will allow the asker to further negotiate me into a corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I figure I'll have given so much that I'll know for sure I've given enough back.  Then the guilt will be gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then, I need to learn to be strong and keep my eyes on the prize --- if I don't sell because I'm too busy doing free workshops or critiquing other authors' work that I don’t finish my own, I'm not going to be doing much eating next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any hints on how to accomplish this would be greatly appreciated, by the way.   Post them here in the comments or email me at leighwyndfield@yahoo.com!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112146731251280810?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112146731251280810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112146731251280810' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112146731251280810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112146731251280810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/07/saying-no.html' title='Saying NO'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112118189380417090</id><published>2005-07-12T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T08:24:53.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demon Hunting Anyone?</title><content type='html'>So I just discovered (rediscovered??) Julie Kenner. I read awhile back her Aphrodite's Kiss - I think it was up for an award of some sort at RT so I picked it up then - that was when I'd written one or two words of my first book and wore a little neon sign above my head that flashed "Clueless" as I stumbled into my beginning writing class that RT in Reno. Usually I'm great at remembering these things. Wait, wait, I found it - Romantic Times Reviewer's Choice Award Winner, Best Contemporary Paranormal of 2001. See? I had it in my mind I bought that book for a reason. And it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.juliekenner.com/CarpeDemonMedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand" height="348" alt="" src="http://www.juliekenner.com/CarpeDemonMedium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But it looks like she's shifted into a new, demon ass-kicking type of book -- CARPE DEMON: Adventures of a Demon-Hunting Soccer Mom. &lt;a href="http://www.juliekenner.com/CarpeDemon.htm"&gt;Read the excerpt here&lt;/a&gt; - scroll down to the bottom if you're feeling confused. I went all over the site, thinking, "gee, there should be an excerpt here, eh?" and then realized I just needed to scroll down on the first page I'd been to. Hmmm... I think I lost my mind awhile back -maybe at that last RT convention. Anyone finds it, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm in the middle of a deadline?  My brain is fried, the only thing I'm focusing on is "must write this sex scene." (like that guy on the donut commercial - heh) Well, that's not true.  I had a nice, long conversation with myself this morning where I debated if 28 pages was too long in between sex scenes for this book I'm writing called SECRET OBSESSION.  I usually write about people who keep in bed when not out having adventures, but my characters had some things they needed to take care.  These things happen sometimes, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wandering again, aren't I?  I guess what I wanted to say is that I've got this book ordered through Amazon, and thought all of you may want to check it out!  With Julie's impressive writing resume filled with &lt;a href="http://www.juliekenner.com/Books.htm"&gt;24 books&lt;/a&gt; that are on the shelves or coming soon, you know she's worth a serious read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112118189380417090?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112118189380417090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112118189380417090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112118189380417090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112118189380417090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/07/demon-hunting-anyone.html' title='Demon Hunting Anyone?'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112076233826647115</id><published>2005-07-07T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T11:55:57.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Word on Book Reviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have this theory about book reviews -- great ones can help you a little, bad ones are generally forgotten by everyone but the author, and okay ones are never read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now if you disagree, I want to hear! So post a comment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm not finished, because this is supposed to be a rant, and so far I haven't been very rant-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten two bad reviews for different books. One was for my first book, TRUE SEEING, and while the rating was really low, the words themselves were really nice. Sadly, that was my first review ever, and so it sent me orbiting around planet Neptune in one of my classic freak-outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one was for IN HEAT, my second book that is still on the best selling and best reader review erotic lists at Fictionwise.com, 20 months after its release. The reviewer said that while she loved the first half of the book, she could barely finish the second half, it was so awful. That book came out in November of 2003. I can remember reading that review as if it was yesterday. I lost a week of writing after that. I paced the floor and discussed with myself if I should even be an author. I agonized the impact to my sales (of which, there were absolutely none - this is still my all-time best selling book by 150%). I emailed my publisher and asked if I should withdraw the manuscript. I was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad for that review. I owe that reviewer for letting me have that massive slap early on, before I had a book come out that would impact my career more than IN HEAT did. Learning how to take hurtful feedback and go on is a vital weapon in the author's toolbox. For that, reviews are great. And they're an ego stroke when they're good, although a million great reviews can't temper one bad one, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what else do reviews bring us? A writing resume stuff if you're just starting out. Something to put on your book cover and website. Sales? I don't actually think so. Maybe you'll see a small bump for a really stellar book review, but to be honest, looking at daily sales, I saw no decrease or increase for anything except for a mild jump for my RT Bookclub Top Picks. Not enough to even come close to covering the cost of my RT ad, by the way. (In case you were wondering, I'm a complete numbers freak - give me data and I'll start running all kinds of analysis on it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other truths about reviews from my perspective:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- Don't worry! No matter how bad your book is, you'll have someone review you high. It's the way of the land, I'm telling you. Think of the worst book you've read recently, then do a search across review sites. Someone will have given it a high score. I guarantee it!&lt;br /&gt;-- The more generic and inoffensive (and boring) the book is, the more you'll see it getting consistent 4 out of 5 review scores. The books that fly up and down on the review scale usually have something interesting about them, something that may cause a reader to love it or hate it. (I don’t think this is the case with my published books, by the way. I’m just trying for love it or hate it and I can’t sell any of those books – LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;-- Some review sites will not review books badly. If the book gets a 2 out of 5, the owner will hand it over to another reviewer to try again. If that reviewer gives it a 2 as well, the owner will email the author and ask if the author wants to withdraw the book. Now I don't know about you guys, but a review site that never gives a low review seems a bit counter-intuitive to me. Aren't they supposed to keep people from wasting their money?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the long and the short about this rant? Reviews are cheap to obtain, especially when most sites take emailed galleys. So your time isn't wasted. But don't blow their importance out of proportion. They’re a tool. Use them all you can, then lose them. They are, after all, one person's opinion... and we all know that we can't please everyone all the time. Maybe, just maybe, we don't even want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112076233826647115?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112076233826647115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112076233826647115' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112076233826647115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112076233826647115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/07/word-on-book-reviews.html' title='The Word on Book Reviews'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112043212054099529</id><published>2005-07-03T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:35:48.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 4th of July All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in the mountains with my step-kids and in-laws, playing cards and doing that all-American craft fair/fireworks/picnic thing. Oh, and playing a lot of Spyro the Dragon with my eight year old step-son. I love that guy. Very relaxing to run around solving puzzles, flaming bad guys and picking up gems. If only life was that easy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelasknights.com/images/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/1600/momcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7830/1121/320/momcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, what I really want to do is head home so I can pick up a copy of Angela Knight's MASTER OF THE MOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Check out the cover! &lt;a href="http://www.angelasknights.com/masterofthemoon.htm"&gt;And the excerpt here.&lt;/a&gt; RT gave this a Top Pick, one of many she's received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As some of you might know, Angela and I were up for Best Erotic Romance of 2004, but she took home the gold for her Red Sage Release, THE FOREVER KISS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I personally loved her book, JANE'S WARLORD. Fantastic book and I can't wait for another great read.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112043212054099529?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112043212054099529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112043212054099529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112043212054099529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112043212054099529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-4th-of-july-all-ive-been-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112010706863109008</id><published>2005-06-29T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T12:53:44.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stella's Groove is MIA</title><content type='html'>So today on the way to yoga, I heard that Terry McMillan is getting divorced. Turns out her book, HOW STELLA GOT HER GROOVE BACK (about a 42-year-old woman who went to the islands after her divorce, met a HOTTT 20 year old man and fell in love) was autobiographical. Her now-26-year-old husband, though, is gay. He claims he didn't know when he married her -- she claims he used her to get into the US, since he wasn't a citizen. Regardless, the court just ordered her to pay him 2K a month in spousal support and 50K in his attorney fees (covering his run at her money). I guess his dog grooming business doesn't bring in large amounts of cash. She caught him spending hours talking to a "friend" long distance, hanging out for long amounts of time at his place of business and (this one would be the kicker for me) she busted him having cyber sex on an online gay chat group. Um, yeah. That would be a hint he was gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me laugh out loud, though, was when the two DJ’s who were discussing this had the following conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy DJ: “Wait, so &lt;strong&gt;she’s&lt;/strong&gt; paying &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;Girl DJ: “Yeah, well, she’s an author. They make a lot of money.”&lt;br /&gt;(I snicker)&lt;br /&gt;Guy DJ: “That much money? I mean, she’s paying to support him and for his attorney fees.”&lt;br /&gt;Girl DJ: “Authors make a lot of money, man. I’m telling you.”&lt;br /&gt;(I begin to both laugh and sob a little at this oh-so-untrue statement.)&lt;br /&gt;Guy DJ: “Really? Maybe I should write a book then.”&lt;br /&gt;Girl DJ: “Me too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminded me of this wedding I went to a couple months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was writing a book. Everyone. And they knew a million people who were also writing books, or selling books, or who had friends who were writing and/or selling books. I patiently asked them what kind of book they were writing. “Well,” they said. “I haven’t really decided yet. Probably something about shoes or something. It’s hard to explain.” Huh. I nodded wisely. “Well, I’ve heard shoes are really in right now,” I said and gulped another mixed drink from the open bar. No wonder so many authors have been alcoholics. Between accidentally marrying gay men, making little or no money even when they’re writing decent books and having every person they meet think this is the easiest job on the planet, what else is there to do but drink?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112010706863109008?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112010706863109008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112010706863109008' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112010706863109008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112010706863109008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/06/stellas-groove-is-mia.html' title='Stella&apos;s Groove is MIA'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-112006980084520005</id><published>2005-06-29T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:26:20.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Bad Covers Happen To Good Authors</title><content type='html'>It's sad. Really, really sad when a bad cover happens to a good author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've all seen this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.likesbooks.com/coverballot/2004/WO-04a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="305" alt="" src="http://www.likesbooks.com/coverballot/2004/WO-04a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I first looked at it, I thought, "Hmmm... is that a guy's body? Yeah, but why do they have him lying face down like that?" Then I was like, "WAIT! is that a LEG up in the left hand corner?" At first I thought they were HIS legs, sticking out of his shoulders. Then it hit me, "Ooooh, Noooooooo....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend took one look at this cover and remarked, "It's a shame. The author is SUCH a nice person, too."&lt;br /&gt;"Well of course she is," I responded. "If Billy Joel is right and only the good die young, then it stands to reason that this bad of a cover could only happen to someone one step away from sainthood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on to another type of travesty that isn't so extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take this cover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0505526085.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0505526085.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.melaniejackson.com/images/stilllife.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought this book in a Walgreens. I have a policy where if I'm off the beaten track and find a paranormal romance I don't own, I buy it. Walgreens (or the one across town from where I live) has a HUGE paranormal romance section, which is totally cool, so every time I'm close, I stop in to buy another book there. I figure it's so rare to have a paranormal romance outpost like that I should do my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I bought this book. It says Paranormal Romance on the spine, but after I got it home, I read the back of the book blurb and it didn't light me on fire. And the cover -- here this poor woman is, in her nightgown, and her washer has exploded suds all over her nice red drapes. I could never bring myself to read it. It just looked so, so BORING. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then a friend said something about how great Melanie Jackson is and I realized I had that washing machine explosion book (it reminds me of that time Bobby on The Brady Bunch becomes a power hungry lunatic and overflows the washer), so I gave it a whirl the other day. It was a wonderful read!! Although as a warning, this is the last book in the series, so you might want to start somewhere else if you're a stickler for that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But based on this cover, no-no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem fair that we as authors work so damn hard and end up with absolutely no ability to change something as important as this, does it? I wish I had some sort of wisdom to impart to make us all feel better, some sort of suggestion on what to do in this situation, or a battle cry to fight for a better cover. But really, I have nothing. I just hope Billy Joel is right and my theory that sainthood is required for a truly bad cover is spot on. I figure with my past, it will be a long time before I get a really bad one. Maybe not until my next lifetime...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-112006980084520005?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/112006980084520005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=112006980084520005' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112006980084520005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/112006980084520005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-bad-covers-happen-to-good-authors.html' title='When Bad Covers Happen To Good Authors'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-111997797229772162</id><published>2005-06-28T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T10:01:59.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Heel Shoes And The Kick Ass Heroine</title><content type='html'>So someone said I should talk about high heeled shoes, that they're all the rage these days on people's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Well, I think I'm up for the challenge. I certainly wear them every day. A couple months ago, I had a group of writers over and my husband came through the room. I went to talk to him (we're having really ugly problems with our windows) and everyone couldn't believe how SHORT I was without my shoes, especially next to him. (If you can't tell from my writing, I like big, tall, strapping men - LOL!) Anyway, I'm 5'3" but with a good pair of heels, I can be 5'6" or even 5'7" - how can you not love that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But high heels aren't always bliss. When drunk or even tipsy, they'll cause you to fall down, for example. And what's up with these kick ass heroines wearing 4 inch heels and doing roundhouse kicks and whatnot? PLEASE. I tried to jump off a two foot tall rock after my stepson with 2 inch heels on and ended up sprawled across the parking lot like a complete idiot. I mean, I love a kick ass heroine as much as the next gal, but don't you think we should be a little realistic here? She's not running anywhere for long in 4 inch Pradas, ladies. It's just not going to happen (and why would she be wearing that nice of shoes to kill mutant aliens, anyway???!). What's wrong with having a heroine dress correctly to battle evil? I mean, if I was going to go kick some baddies asses, I think I'd dress in my intergalactic military uniform, not a red slinky dress and heels. But then again, I've always been known for being a bit stuffy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-111997797229772162?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/111997797229772162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=111997797229772162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111997797229772162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111997797229772162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/06/high-heel-shoes-and-kick-ass-heroine.html' title='High Heel Shoes And The Kick Ass Heroine'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-111974431915727550</id><published>2005-06-25T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T17:05:19.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CJ Barry Has a New One Out!!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!! CJ Barry has a new Un-book out! Lookie here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.twcny.rr.com/cjbarry/images/Unmasked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="268" alt="" src="http://home.twcny.rr.com/cjbarry/images/Unmasked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cjbarry.com/"&gt;Read an excerpt!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard, I rushed to my over-stocked TBR pile and rifled through until I found the one Un-book I owned already and haven't yet read - Unraveled - and gobbled it down today while laying out on the back deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="358" alt="" src="http://home.twcny.rr.com/cjbarry/images/Unraveled-frontsmall.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEAVEN!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this book with all my heart, folks! Read Unraveled and tell me you love it as much as I. Sexy, with a vulnerable, yet kick ass heroine and a hunky guy blasting off on a fabulous adventure -- I'm telling you, it's not to miss!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-111974431915727550?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/111974431915727550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=111974431915727550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111974431915727550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111974431915727550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/06/cj-barry-has-new-one-out.html' title='CJ Barry Has a New One Out!!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-111953981787402117</id><published>2005-06-23T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T08:16:57.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaken Me Darkly</title><content type='html'>Gena Showalter's AWAKEN ME DARKLY has been keeping me glued to my seat at night these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.cox.net/genashowalter/images/awakenme.jpg" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  This book really packs a punch, especially when you hit about the middle of the book.  Mia Snow, Alien Huntress, is a kick ass heroine with a complex history that has made her who she is, battling alien baddies with style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/genashowalter/excerpt.htm"&gt;Read an excerpt.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/genashowalter/huntress.htm"&gt;Take the Mia Snow Huntress Quiz or get advice from Mia.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who read it, what did you think??  I'm interested to hear.  And very interested that Downtown Press (New American Library) published this book.  For those of us who write alternate realities (I'm writing some present day spell casting witches right now), books like this are fun to read and a good sign for our own work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-111953981787402117?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/111953981787402117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=111953981787402117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111953981787402117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111953981787402117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/06/awaken-me-darkly.html' title='Awaken Me Darkly'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-111937152411206811</id><published>2005-06-21T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T09:45:43.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Camp</title><content type='html'>So when I started this blog, I thought I was going to only blog about books and writing.  I had a vision of talking about insider rumors, because oddly I tend to hear some juicy stuff behind the scenes.  But every time I go to write about them, I think about the fact my NAME is attached to what I'm writing, so I temper what I'm saying to the point there is nothing left and I just throw my hands up in the air and say I'll try again tomorrow.  It's not that I'm afraid of telling it like it is, it's just the storm that the smallest thing can create is distracting to me creatively.  I got into it with a not-to-be-named big-named author a few months ago about something I would love to rant about here, but for weeks, the controversy of our argument had my creative mind in shambles.  I like to laugh about the ridiculous, but I don't like to have my email box filled with people threatening me and accusing me of all kinds of nasty things.  Authors are touchy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bear with me while I figure this whole blog thing out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I'll tell you about Fat Camp - aka Weight Watchers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insurance companies look at authors as a high risk group.  You'll notice that you'll get better health insurance rates by yourself than you can going in with a group of authors.  Why?  Well, we lead a HUGELY sedentary lifestyle.  I mean, we are sitting on our ever-widening buttocks eight hours a day.  How many email loops have you been a part of where everyone complains about back problems out the wazoo??  And we have issues with the over-eating of chocolate and a non-existent exercise regimen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're also public figures who need to, in my opinion, project a public presence that is together and hip.  You don't see other types of artists walking around in sweatpants and horribly un-matching shirts, do you?  Painters, sculptors, poets, and the like tend to dress in funky, off-beat, interesting ways.  How we dress is a reflection of who we want people to believe we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet even as I realized this, I looked down and realized I was thirty pounds over weight and getting heavier by the moment.  My back hurt and I'd stopped exercising.  Every rejection that came in the mail was an excuse to stuff myself full of chocolate.  I could barely fit into my sweatpants and horribly un-matching shirt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I embarked on a quest to get myself into reasonable shape and fit back into my pre-writing clothes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me almost three years to lose thirty pounds, but I did it.  I'm not exactly someone who has a lot of self control.  Now I'm back to my "gosh, if I just weighted 10 or 15 pounds less, I'd feel great" stage, which is where I've been all my pre-writing life.  Welcome home!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went in a few months ago to have my back x-rayed, the technician said, "Well, I'm not sure what this is going to show them.  You're not overweight and you haven't been in an accident, so this shouldn't show any problems.  You need an MRI for that."  Wow - I thought.  He just said I wasn't overweight.  It was a nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I went to Fat Camp today for my monthly weigh-in.  Even though I made goal weight back in March, I still weigh every month.  I've made peace with the fact that I'm one of those people who just has to keep my eyes always on my weight or it will creep up and bite me on the ass.  Literally.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to figure out how to match these t-shirts to my sweatpants and I'm set.  Call me sloppy-chick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-111937152411206811?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/111937152411206811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=111937152411206811' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111937152411206811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111937152411206811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/06/fat-camp.html' title='Fat Camp'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-111888483597655297</id><published>2005-06-15T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T18:21:32.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Bookmark!</title><content type='html'>Looking for a Secrets Volume 12 Bookmark?  Send your snail mail address to leighwyndfield@yahoo.com and I'll send you one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are having a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-111888483597655297?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/111888483597655297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=111888483597655297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111888483597655297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111888483597655297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/06/free-bookmark.html' title='Free Bookmark!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-111875609726834915</id><published>2005-06-14T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T06:46:55.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Writing Link and Free Story</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling all that chatty today.  Allergies.  So I thought I'd make sure you're aware of the fact I have a &lt;strong&gt;free story&lt;/strong&gt; on my website in the Biography section.  Check it out:  &lt;a href="http://www.leighwyndfield.com"&gt;www.leighwyndfield.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I thought I'd tell you about a website you may not have explored yet -- Bombshell author &lt;a href="http://www.vickihinze.com "&gt;Vicki Hinze’s site&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the things I enjoy about it.  First, her newsletter is FANATASTIC.  If you aren’t already a member, sign up.  She sends out monthly tidbits on writing.  But the biggest goldmine is her “Writer’s Library.”  You can see past newsletters and a plethora of writing articles &lt;a href="http://www.vickihinze.com/library.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  She talks about everything from ARCs (how to make one, what to do with it once you have) to Sagging Middles.  You name it, she has a writing article on it.  Stop by and check out her site today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-111875609726834915?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/111875609726834915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=111875609726834915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111875609726834915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111875609726834915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/06/great-writing-link-and-free-story.html' title='Great Writing Link and Free Story'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-111840909882812998</id><published>2005-06-10T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T06:32:32.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchanted Inc</title><content type='html'>So I didn't blog yesterday. I couldn't. I was in a total stew, because this book I wrote called TAMING RED DRAGON got the big R. Yes, rejection city. Always a laugh a minute, this time it actually stung double because that book is just so dang GOOD. You know that feeling? Like you just know in your heart of hearts that the book is just plain perfect? So why isn't it selling? Marketing doesn't think it's marketable. They may have a point. I wrote a book I wanted so badly to read, but couldn’t find something like it in the store. Fantasy with a huge romance - girl goes on quest with hunky guy, saves the world using magic. How could anyone resist it?!? I don't know, but they have been in droves - LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I wandered around my house, wondering for the first time since I started this writer’s journey if I'd done the right thing picking this as my career and the phone rings. It's my friend Carolyn Greene, the Plot Doctor herself, telling me she's almost at my house. WHAT?!? I bust ass to the kitchen, grab heaps of mail and stuff it in the pantry, throw 2 days worth of dishes into the dishwasher, grab 400 items left out by my step-kids and toss them into the hall closet. Then I dashed upstairs, threw on a hat over my greasy hair (I was depressed and anyway it was only two in the afternoon - that's not THAT late to shower), rolled on some deodorant and hustled downstairs right as she came up the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought me a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shanna Swendson's Enchanted,Inc - Hex in the City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shannaswendson.com/Resources/shannasbookcover.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And told me that she thought my witches would find their day, just like Shanna Swendson's witches found theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With depression staring me in the face, the only thing left to do was to sit down and read ENCHANTED INC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only half way through, but guys - YOU MUST READ THIS BOOK!! And it isn't just because it's saving me from a mental ward, either. It's about this chick who goes to NYC and thinks she's just seeing normal city life, but it turns out she can see the magical community when others can't. &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/rhpg/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=0345481259&amp;amp;view=excerpt"&gt;Read an excerpt if you don't believe me that it rocks!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the moral of this story (besides be prepared for unexpected guests)? I don't know. I'm not really into morals and whatnot. Don't worry about all that squishy stuff - just read the book. That's why we’re all here anyway, to write an escape for our readers that will take them away somewhere fantastic. Thank you Shanna Swendson for being here in my time of need!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-111840909882812998?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/111840909882812998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=111840909882812998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111840909882812998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111840909882812998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/06/enchanted-inc.html' title='Enchanted Inc'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-111826243244591178</id><published>2005-06-08T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:27:12.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets Volume 12 Releases</title><content type='html'>Hello all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a surprise move, Amazon just changed Secrets Volume 12 from “Pre-Order” to “Shipping” about a month earlier than expected -- &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0975451626/qid=1118176059/sr=2-2/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_2/102-1900167-4128161" target="_blank"&gt;Look HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read an excerpt from WHITE HEAT here: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leighwyndfield.com/whiteheat.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.leighwyndfield.com/whiteheat.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews for this volume have been amazing - we've even gotten an &lt;strong&gt;RT Top Pick&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy the stories!&lt;br /&gt;Leigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-111826243244591178?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/111826243244591178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=111826243244591178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111826243244591178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111826243244591178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/06/secrets-volume-12-releases.html' title='Secrets Volume 12 Releases'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-111815432190532617</id><published>2005-06-07T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T07:29:08.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graphical Standards Rant</title><content type='html'>Well, I promised a book report, but I am tempted to blog about Graphical Standards at RWA instead. Isn't that what blogging is all about? Not happy little "I read this fantastic book" prattle, but mean, lean rants on evil censorship, with a heavy dose of sarcasm thrown in. &lt;a href="http://leegoldberg.typepad.com/a_writers_life/2005/06/no_nipples_allo.html"&gt;LIKE THIS.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I snickered mightily when I read his oh-so-sarcastic comments on the idiocy of RWA's new standard. For those of you who haven't read it, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With respect to all RWA programs and services, the following shall not be depicted or represented: exposed male and female genitalia, exposed female nipples, cunnilingus and fellatio, hands or mouth covering naked female breasts, naked or g-string-clad buttocks, and beastiality. The following words: cock, cocksucker, cunt, fuck, motherfucker, shit, and tit, will not be displayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - let's think here. Before you jerk away from this, which was my natural reaction, start by pulling it apart. Yep, beastiality shouldn't be in romance, in my opinion. And I would rather not be sitting next to an author at a book signing with a cover that has the word &lt;strong&gt;fuck&lt;/strong&gt; on it. (why I felt the need to bold that word, I have no idea, except for the fact that I really didn't want to type it, since I'm a little bit of a prude at heart. I'm like that - if something makes me flinch, I'm going to do it AND put it in bold).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a little honesty from me is in order. I am someone who holds a pillow in front of my face during the kissy bits in movies. I'm just, well, embarrassed by naked people and public displays of any kind and I have never used half the words in that list in my books, let alone put it on my covers or in my excerpts. In fact, I fought HARD against the naked people they tried to put on my first cover, then told every cover artist I've dealt with since then that I will NOT have naked bodies on my covers. I just don't feel comfortable with that. I also never want one of those clench covers Dorchester is famous for, either. They embarrass me equally, to be honest (and don't you think those models need a hair cut??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ride with me here -- is it my place to dictate the covers of others? Or to say what is or is not appropriate? Just because I don't want these things for me, doesn't mean I have a right to take them from others. If we feel uncomfortable at a book signing sitting next to someone with a cover like that, shouldn't we just MOVE a few spaces away? Or not advertise places where these types of covers are displayed? If I'm the one with the problem, shouldn't *I* be the one to change, instead of changing others? I'm just confused here about why people are censoring instead of just removing themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine pointed out that RWA Nationals HAD to draw a line on the continuum to keep out porn – it was imperative, in fact, that we have some measure of ABSOLUTELY NOT ACCEPTABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where you draw the line on the continuum - I'm just not sure it's possible. A lot of publishers have erotic work they publish in some of their lines – does that mean that because Random House’s Vintage line published Lolita (a book *I* consider porn), that their romance lines aren’t considered romance? I mean, drawing a line is like lassoing a rain cloud. I have had a couple reviewers claim that my books aren’t erotic romance at all, but merely a romance with extra sex in it. Does this mean that I should be banned from RWA or can I still be a member? Who would be qualified to make that call? It’s a scary prospect, from where I’m sitting, since I am on one side of the line or the other, depending on who draws the line. Then again, if you drew the line where everyone agreed, the line would be so far onto one end as to be meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the answer to all this? Who knows. Right now I'm just trying to sit back and watch where the cards end up falling, then I'll pick up the pieces, change that one "cock" I have in an excerpt on my website to "erection" and write another book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-111815432190532617?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/111815432190532617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=111815432190532617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111815432190532617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111815432190532617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/06/graphical-standards-rant.html' title='Graphical Standards Rant'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-111806250337511421</id><published>2005-06-06T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T05:55:03.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rome</title><content type='html'>So I promised a post on Rome yesterday, but of course I didn't get to it, perhaps because I was still on Rome-time.  They're not big on rush-rushing there.  Maybe we should take a lesson from them.  Or maybe, since their economy is still shuddering from the conversion to the Euro, we shouldn't.  Rome is expensive and part of that is the shift they've gone through to join the European Union.  I got an earful one day from Fabio (no, not THAT Fabio - snicker) who drove us to Pompeii.  He is worried that Italy will lose their middle class with the inflation he sees from the switch to the Euro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this isn't what I wanted to talk about (why do I always get off on these rants, anyway?).  What I wanted to talk about is the Piazza Navona.  We stayed right near it in a little hotel covered by ivy dripping down into the street.  This Piazza was amazing.  My husband and I couldn't stop spending time there.  It has this huge old fountain (and we're talking real old here, like 1651, not American old) in the center and the place is always filled with musicians, artists, these crazy mimes, and people, people, people.  Filled with cafes and gelato stores, it is a people watching heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, as we sat drinking a bottle of wine (much cheaper than drinking a coke, by the way), this old guy came and set up a keyboard.  He was drinking a huge bottle of beer, smoking a cig, and was dressed in a rather dirty suit.  As he played, it became rapidly apparent, to me at least, that he played one song with his right hand and a completely different one with his left.  It sounded like a Bach fugue on acid.  Then he stopped out of the blue, tossed his cigarette butt into the street, took a swig of beer and grabbed the dirty ashtray.  He went all through the little tables we were sitting at, using the ashtray as a coin collection hat.  Then he played an encore for a few moments, then stopped, packed up and went in front of another restaurant.  The odd thing is, although this sounds sad, it really wasn't.  I thought to myself how wonderful it was that he had managed to find a way to live that included music.  He certainly didn't seem anything but happy at his circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome is a city of greatness.  We toured in chronological order, for lack of a better way to do it.  By the end of Wednesday, which we spent at the Vatican, my husband begged for mercy on seeing any more churches.  So we strolled the streets, hand in hand, eating ice cream and watching people laugh and enjoy themselves.  It was truly wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-111806250337511421?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/111806250337511421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=111806250337511421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111806250337511421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111806250337511421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/06/rome.html' title='Rome'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-111790928646204273</id><published>2005-06-04T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T11:21:26.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back and Rarin' to Blog</title><content type='html'>I'm back and have several blogs to post, so get ready for the infusion!!  Heh, heh, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I wanted to quickly plug a book.  Then I have a rant I'll post (probably tomorrow after my stepkids depart) on Rome.  And then on Monday, I have a book report to do on the six books I read on my vacation (evil laughter here).  My critique partner, &lt;a href="http://skullybuzz.com/"&gt;Jennifer Skully&lt;/a&gt;, said that she thought I was going over board for what was essentially a six day trip, but I'm happy to report that I rose to the call and finished all but one of the seven books I brought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PLUG:  Today, I read an excerpt of &lt;a href="http://www.mariannemancusi.com/Excerpt.html"&gt;A Connecticut Fashionista in King Arthur's Court&lt;/a&gt; by Marianne Mancusi and I've got to tell you, it's worth a look.  I plan to hit the store on Monday to get my own copy of it.  I'm a sucker for first person sarcastic heroines.  Snicker.  Maybe because I am pretty sarcastic myself.  The heroine's mission for this book:  "To write 500 words on the emerging trend of medieval garb in today’s fashions. "  While the topic is NOT me (I'm more a jeans and t-shirt kind of gal m'self and have spent my life morning the day I grew out of Geranimals since it just seemed so much easier to buy 2 bear tops to go with the bear bottoms), I do love a good time travel!  And I loooove a hunky guy.  Oh yeah.  So check it out for yourself, I think you'll see &lt;a href="http://www.mariannemancusi.com/Bookshelf.html"&gt;it's worth a look and a read!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-111790928646204273?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/111790928646204273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=111790928646204273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111790928646204273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111790928646204273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-back-and-rarin-to-blog.html' title='I&apos;m Back and Rarin&apos; to Blog'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-111714568059623274</id><published>2005-05-26T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T15:14:40.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Office</title><content type='html'>Hello all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be out of the office until June 4th on vacation.  Stay tuned for loads of other cool, interesting (hopefully) tidbits.  I'm taking about 20 books with me for the week, so I thought I'd give you some recommended reads when I return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this blog while I'm gone:  &lt;a href="http://threadbared.com/"&gt;http://threadbared.com/&lt;/a&gt; -- this totally cracks me up and I'm ashamed to say I'm addicted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me where I'm going -- Rome, Italy.  I plan to eat, shop and see the sights, while reading as many books as I possibly can :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrivederci and A presto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-111714568059623274?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/111714568059623274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=111714568059623274' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111714568059623274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111714568059623274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/05/out-of-office.html' title='Out of the Office'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12966153.post-111704645659070455</id><published>2005-05-25T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T11:40:56.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avon, Kensington, Spice, and Berkley Oh My!</title><content type='html'>I write erotic romance.  Most of the time it's futuristic, but occasionally I'll write something earth bound with a werewolf or a ghost or something like that.  I like paranormal, because I find that real-life earth can be so tedious and constricting.  To allow my imagination to soar, I need to change things up.  That's not to say that I don't enjoy contemporary spicy romance - I do.  I just find I can't write it with any enthusiasm.  Which is a shame, really, because print publishing was slow to jump on the spicy paranormal romance bandwagon that is thriving in e-publishing.  When I wrote a futuristic spicy novella called STASIS about this guy who is trapped by a new type of chemical warfare in a bizarre state where he can feel, but not move except in reflex (of course the heroine takes care of him - grin), my agent four months ago said she wasn't interested in it because there would be no place to sell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all this seems to have suddenly changed over night.  Shazam!  Avon just bought Liz Maverick's spicy futuristic novella, Kensington bought a spicy set of werewolves and has already bought some vamps (I don't write vamps, they just seem kind of boring.  I'm ducking as readers throw rotten fruit at me - I know you guys love them!)  Berkley has been buying paranormal spicy too.  Only Spice, Harlequin's new line, hasn't announced (to my knowledge) buying paranormal.  I suspect that will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me around to the observation that writers need to write what they love and not jam themselves into the box that is selling in today's market.  My agent asked for STASIS a couple days ago.  Someone wants to take a look at it.  For those of us who love a good futuristic spicy read, things are looking up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12966153-111704645659070455?l=leighwyndfield.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/feeds/111704645659070455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12966153&amp;postID=111704645659070455' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111704645659070455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12966153/posts/default/111704645659070455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighwyndfield.blogspot.com/2005/05/avon-kensington-spice-and-berkley-oh.html' title='Avon, Kensington, Spice, and Berkley Oh My!'/><author><name>Leigh Wyndfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509787484619795191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0975451626.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
