Monday, December 15, 2014

Naughty or Nice? Read all about the Writing Wenches here...

Naughty AND Nice, those Wenches. 

On December 1, a group of women (and one man they affectionately call “the barkeep”) who call themselves the Writing Wenches pulled off a pretty major accomplishment. They released an anthology collection of twenty-one holiday themed short romance stories, in a single volume, called Unwrapping Love.  It became available for sale on Cyber Monday of this year!

The book is huge. It's got 738 pages. I was one of several proofreaders and take it from me, there is some serious talent in this group of 21 authors. I am extremely proud to be a part of this anthology.

The book couldn't have been completed without the help and guidance of PageCurl Publishing and Promotions. Unwrapping Love was published under their imprint, and they provided editing, formatting, marketing, and cover design services. 

The following Writing Wenches are hosting a blog hop. Each of them is hosting a giveaway, and telling you a bit about her part in Unwrapping Love! You can stop by each website to learn more about the anthology and enter each individual giveaway, which will be posting over the next several days. 

Kay Blake contributed Winter's Gift. 
Kay Blake
Kay's cover!! so cute!
Christine Cacciatore...that's me!! wrote Noah Cane's Candy.

here's my cover...can't wait!
Patricia D. Eddy wrote On The Eve of Love.
Patricia Eddy

Here's another Christmas short from Patricia, available now on Amazon
C. S. Kendall is the author of Second Chance Girl. She would love it if you would visit her at her website.
CS Kendall
here's her cover!

Tami Lund is the author of The Perfect Christmas.
You can find her here . 

Misti Murphy contributed Christmas Candy, and you can find her here.
Misti Murphy
Quenby Olson wrote First Position, and you can visit her here.

Keisha K. Page contributed Rhythm of Love, and you can visit her here.
Here's Keisha!
Grace Ravel wrote Shut Up and Kiss Me, and you can visit her here.
Grace Ravel
Grace's cover

Jennifer Ray wrote Declan's Special.  Visit her here
Jennifer Ray
Here's Jennifer's Christmasy cover!

Jennifer Senhaji is the author of Angels in Disguise. Visit her here!
Jennifer's cover for Sweet Dreams
A.E. Snow contributed Miles and Mae, and you can visit her here.
AE Snow
cover for Miles and Mae!

Sheri Williams wrote Numb. 
Sheri Williams
Numb (in Neon!)

She is sharing the blog hop from the Writing Wenches main website at

S. K. Wills wrote Hanley's Secret, and you can find her website here

Allison Winfield is the author of Stay With Me. You can find her at here.
Allison Winfield
aw. Cute cover.

Other stories in Unwrapping Love were contributed by: 

Melody Barber

Sonja Frojendal

Melina Gillies

Michael Simko

Beth Stanley

K.R. Wilburn

***As part of my blog today, leave a comment in the comments section about what your very, very favorite holiday movie is.  I'll pick one at random and the winner will receive a $10 gift card from, where you can purchase Unwrapping Love, or any of the other books various Wenches have for sale!  Including mine I wrote with my sister...Baylyn, Bewitched and Cat, Charmed!

Good luck!


Saturday, December 6, 2014

Spoiler: It's not Maybelline

The Hair

In October (which seems like a lifetime ago) Joe and I were in our garage, getting it all cleaned out for a party.  We heard one snuffling, leaf rustling sound, then another.  We paused in our sweeping to listen a little harder.  The noise was just outside the garage, coming from the back yard.  Like an animal was back there.

I look at Joe in a panic, thinking our dog was loose. "Is Cooper out?"

His eyebrows come together. "No, he's in the house."

Amongst other things, Cooper is our black lab.  He's definitely blog worthy.  He's also a gigantic pain in our respective butts.  Read about it here.

The reason I asked if it was Cooper back there is because he's been known to take luxurious, albeit unauthorized, field trips around the neighborhood, usually in the early morning hours.  Mostly when I have on only a t shirt and bad hair. (I have run braless down my street, throwing baloney and cheese at him to come back. Asshole dog.)

But I digress.  Our dog wasn't out there, but there were two new dogs running around in our back yard; smallish beagles, belonging to the neighbors across the street.  We round them up, slap leashes on their collars, and deliver them back to their owners.

Back at home, in preparation for costumes, we got out the bag o' wigs, one of which Joe slapped on his head and promptly forgot about.  The wig was cut into a bob of longish red hair and looked like something Annabelle might have worn in her movies.

The Wigged One was happily grilling hot dogs for our guests when again the leaf rustling took up but this time, there was only a thin screen door between Cooper and the interlopers and our dog saw them and desperately wanted to play.  Still in the garage, I turned to yell at Joe that the little beagles had once again escaped and were back in our yard, but he was one step ahead of me.

Joe spied the two doggie trespassers and in full red-headed, wigged glory dramatically ran toward them in the back yard, while his hair flowed in the breeze.  It was practically in slow motion.  But his hair.  Oh, my holy goodness.  But it wasn't his hair, as he keeps it to a respectable 1/8" cut year was the hair of this silly wig, which had slipped down and wasn't even on right.

Watching him sprint heroically, grilling tongs waving in the air, to the back to rescue the two beagles, with his hair-not-his-hair flowing in the breeze, I could no longer keep my laughter in and I absolutely lost it.  I dissolved.  My knees went weak.  I could not catch my breath for anything in the world and in fact, couldn't even walk up the back steps into the house because I was laughing so hard at the picture he made in the back yard.  I think I peed my pants a little (who am I kidding, I had to run in and change) and the funniest part of all?

Joe had no idea what I was laughing at because that wig on his head had somehow, in his mind, morphed into just a hat keeping his head warm.  He wasn't even wearing a wig anymore, in his mind, just a toasty head warmer.  He stood there, shaking his wigged head at me, like I was the one who was nuts.

But I knew better.

My handsome Bear, in his "hat", and a sample bite of hot dog in his mouth