I am super excited about the release of my latest Sexy SEAL and my first story in the Unrated mini-series! A SEAL’s Fantasy just might be the sexiest book I’ve ever written (Maybe. Possibly. Hmm, I’m not sure… I hope readers will let me know *g*)
I knew it would be fun to combine the Sexy SEAL world I’ve loved creating with the amped up heat the Unrated books offer, and I knew there was no better hero to really bring on the heat than Dominic Castillo (call sign: Auntie). If you’ve read A SEAL’s Kiss, you probably got to know Castillo pretty well and understand why he’s a guy who needed just the right heroine (you can see his first on-page scene here). A woman who would take nothing off of anybody, who had paid her dues and didn’t fall easily. Lara was just right for that! Tough, savvy, intense and driven, she was SO fun to write.
Want a peek? Here you go…
“You’ve got an interesting pickup line, big guy. What do you call this? The Neanderthal approach? Grab a woman in an alley, grunt a few times about fake relatives and show off your studly moves for the local cockroaches?” Lara hoped her smile was snarky and not shaky, but her nerves were wound too tight to tell.
If she’d wanted to offend him into letting go, though, she straight up failed.
Instead, he shifted. His thigh grazed hers and while his fingers didn’t actually move, she felt like he’d just caressed her arm. His dark eyes turned molten and his lips quirked into a sexy little smile. Heat swirled through Lara’s system like a whirlwind, filling her body with longings and her mind with crazy thoughts.
“Tell you what, sweetheart. Why don’t we get out of this alley and I’ll work up a line you’ll like much better.” His words were silky smooth. So slick and easy that she doubted he’d ever had a single unsure moment in his life.
Now her nerves were racing for a whole different reason.
Eyes wide, Lara wet her lips.
His eyes dropped, amusement fading.
Lara’s stomach clenched.
Not out of fear.
This was pure, liquid desire.
She’d rather be afraid.
But she also wanted out of the alley. She knew all eyes were still on them, that the creep cadre was only waiting for a chance to unleash their ugly.
“Why don’t we go out front,” she suggested after clearing her throat a couple of times. Out front were real people. Tourists and cops and traffic. She figured it’d take her three, maybe five minutes to ditch him there.
“Let’s go,” he agreed.
As if he knew she was going to bolt, he kept ahold of her arm as they made their way to the end of the building. As soon as they rounded the corner Lara relaxed. Like a lullaby, the sound of traffic, people and music soothed. She glanced at the mountain out of the corner of her eye, then wished she hadn’t.
He shouldn’t look as intimidating out here.
But he was.
The dim alley lighting had hid his scariest feature.
Lara cringed, averting her eyes in hopes that the stained, dirty sidewalk would wipe the image away.
He had dimples.
Dimples on a guy, those were fatal.
“Coffee?” Dimpled and gorgeous asked.
“What?” Lara looked up and almost sighed. She didn’t have time for a guy like him.
It’d take hours, maybe days even, to explore that body. Weeks just to get through her own fantasies about sex with a gorgeous, dimpled guy. God knew how long it’d take if he had fantasies of his own.
Nope, she glanced at her watch. She was already late.
She risked another look at him, noting the stubborn set of his chin and the determined light in those dark blue eyes. Blue, she thought as her nipples tightened. Blue eyes and dimples. The man was toxic.
Her mental debate took all of two seconds. She wasn’t going to convince him to let her go and she couldn’t match his strength. There was only one option left.
Seduce him stupid.
By the end of A SEAL’s Fantasy, Lara had touched my heart and I know she touched Dominic’s (heart… she touched his heart ;-) ). I hope she does the same for readers, too. If you do check out A SEAL’s Fantasy, please let me know what you thought!!!
A SEAL’s Fantasy is out in print now, and will be released in digital at midnight Sunday. You know, just as soon as the clock strikes September 1!!
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Do NOT read the next couple of paragraphs if haven’t caught up with this season of TRUE BLOOD!
Ok, are they gone? Whew! I almost titled this blog Alcide might be dead, but Long Live Joe. Then I realized some people might not have watched this season yet. Now I’m going to cry. And rant. CRY!
Alcide, oh Alcide! Say it ain’t so! I’m on TEAM Bill, because I always go with first love=True love in a Romance, but, still… That doesn’t mean you had to DIE!
WHY?? Why did you have to die? As Sookie said, you were so big and strong. And SO sweet! You deserved a happy ending!
Okay, okay, you’re right. He’s not a real person. And at least we still have the beautiful Joe Manganiello to soothe our mourning souls.
Start HERE if you skipped ahead.
I hear Joe’s making a Magic Mike 2, ladies! And he is the real reason for this blog post. He’s my inspiration-in every sense of the word- for my latest Blaze hero, Joe Tedesco. MY Joe is a New York firefighter and the winner of a Sexiest Average Joe contest run by fashion blogger Carly in my September Wrong Bed
Blaze CABIN FEVER. And to celebrate my new release, and in honor of the very sexy Joe Manganiello, I’m giving away a copy of CABIN FEVER to the first 3 commenters who can correctly answer all these fun questions.
1. In which sitcom did Joe play a guy named Brad Morris? (Hint: It just had its series finale this year)
2. What funny “Baby” movie was Joe in just before Magic Mike?
3. What is the name of the documentary Joe directed about male strippers?
4. In which TV series did Joe have a part with the equally sexy Josh Duhamel? (also an inspiration for a hero in one of my Blazes)
5. Other than True Blood, in what TV series did Joe have a large role? (Hint: he played a pro Slamball player) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=29QGAq8dXys
6. Joe is also an author. Last December, he released a fitness book. What was the title? (just the first word will do for the answer)
7. To support himself before he got his first part in Spiderman, Joe worked as a bodyguard and a bouncer. What occupation would you like to see him play if you could write a movie for him?
And now for an excerpt from CABIN FEVER.
“YOU’RE LYING, TEDESCO.”
Joe narrowed his eyes at his accuser, brought the can of root beer to his lips and took a long sip. “You’ll have to play to find out, Wakowski.”
Wakowski snarled and studied his dwindling pile of chips on the table in the fire station’s kitchen.
Joe tapped his fingers on his thigh. With his luck they’d get a call before he could lay down his cards.
“Come on, Wakowski,” Everman urged. “In this century.” Everman had already folded, as had Miller and Stockton. Joe maintained his poker face.
Wakowski narrowed his eyes. “You’re bluffing.” He shoved all his remaining chips into the center of the table.
Joe grinned and revealed his Queen-high heart flush. “Read `em and weep.”
The guys whooped and hollered and thudded Joe on the back. Wakowski cursed and pitched his cards down. “You’re a real scootch, you know dat?”
Joe grinned and began gathering up his winnings. His cell buzzed and he grabbed it off the table. At two on a Saturday afternoon it was probably his mother calling to make sure he was coming to the family dinner tomorrow. He checked the caller ID, but he didn’t recognize the number. He hesitated answering. If one of his sisters had set him up with one of their friends again…
Knowing he’d regret it, he punched the answer button. “Tedesco.”
“Mr. Joe Tedesco, of Brooklyn, New York?”
Great. Were telemarketers allowed to call cell phones now? “Uh…yeah?”
“This is Carly’s Couture calling about your entry in The Sexiest Average Joe contest and I’m thrilled to tell you that you are our winner!”
Joe blinked. Contest? Sexiest what? Wait a minute…he grinned at his fellow firemen sitting around the station house table. “Good one, guys.” He spoke into the phone. “So, I won, huh? What’d I win? A hot and heavy night with you, sweetheart?”
Joe winced. The sleet falling outside was no match for the ice in this woman’s voice. If this was a prank, she was really good. “Uh, hold on a sec.” He held the phone to his chest. “Okay, you guys, you might as well fess up. I’m not falling for it.”
All four of his buddies gave him a confused look. Not good. He put the phone back to his ear. “Who’d you say you were again?”
“Carly Pendleton, with Carly’s Couture. I have a fashion blog for the average man and woman, and Modiste magazine cosponsored the national contest searching for the Sexiest Average Joe.”
Fashion blog? Wait. Modiste? Wasn’t that the fancy magazine his sisters were always reading, with all the makeover contests and quizzes on how to please a guy in bed? Alarm bells clanged and they weren’t coming from the firehouse. Joe stood and paced from the kitchen into the common area.
“Mr. Tedesco? Are you there?”
He barely heard her voice. Her previous words kept echoing in his mind. Contest. Modiste magazine. What had his sisters done now?
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’m here.” Maybe he should think positive. Maybe he’d won a big screen TV or a year’s supply of beer.
“—and the cruise leaves on Monday. I’ll have your boarding pass and a car will pick you up at your residence at 7:00 a.m.. The flight to Miami departs at 10:00. The ship sails at 4:00. Now, your entry form said you already have a passport?”
“Wait a minute. I won a cruise?” That could be fun.
“Five days and four nights to the Caribbean. Of course, that’s where we’ll be doing the photo shoot.”
The woman mumbled a request to save her from idiots. “You did read all the details of the contest before entering, didn’t you, Mr. Tedesco?”
He clenched his teeth. “It’s Joe. Mr. Tedesco is my father.”
“Okay. In case you need reminding, Joe. The photo shoot is the reason for the cruise. My blog will feature the Sexiest Average Joe wearing Carly’s Couture clothing choices and posing with a beautiful supermodel in exotic locales. You could end up with a lucrative modeling career, Mr. Tedesco. Maybe even become famous.”
Famous? If he’d wanted money and fame he would’ve signed the contract offer his sophomore year. He sure as hell wasn’t posing for some magazine like one of those pretty boys strutting around in their underwear. No, thanks. “Look, lady, I can’t just take off work at a moment’s notice.”
“Mr. Te—Joe. I promise the shoot won’t take all your time. There’ll be excursions and nightlife and we even provide you fifty dollars’ worth of chips at the ship’s casino.”
“You could offer me a thousand dollars in chips and I still wouldn’t be posing for some women’s magazine, especially not for some sexiest man photos.”
“Oh, ho! Sexiest Man?” called Everman.
Joe swiveled to find his fellow firemen gathered around him.
“Whoa, Mr. Sexy, huh?” Miller mocked.
Wakowski locked his hands behind his head and wiggled his hips. “Oooh, Sexy Joey.”
Joe shut them down with a scowl and an obscene hand gesture.
A split second of silence on the other end of the line suggested that the lady had heard the background commotion. “Look, Mr. Tedesco. When you signed the entry form you agreed to all the terms and conditions of the contest.”
Joe balled his free hand into a fist. “I didn’t sign anything. I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
“Really? Then, whoever did sign your name on the entry forms could be prosecuted for forgery.”
“Now hold on a minute.” His sisters were going to pay for this. The entry had to be their doing. He couldn’t see any of the guys here at the station risking his wrath. Or ever reading Modiste magazine for that matter. But he couldn’t let Donna-Marie and Rosalie be brought up on charges. He sighed. The chief had been nagging him to take some of his vacation…
“I’ll talk to my boss about the time off. If I’m able, I’ll be ready at 7:00 Monday.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful, Mr.—Joe. I promise you’re going to have a wonderful week in the Caribbean.”
Joe clicked off, ignored his buddies’ questions and stalked toward the chief’s office. A wonderful week? He seriously doubted that.
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With the release of my first Blaze, Triple Threat, only weeks away (SQUEE!), I’m lost in a haze of promotional stuff, things I never even considered when I started writing. Like designing and maintaining my own website. (I’m pretty proud of how it turned out; check it out at www.reginakyle.com). And figuring out how to set up a Goodreads giveaway. (Mine starts in a few days. You can enter here.) Or organizing a Facebook release party. (Mine’s on October 1, and a lot of the Blaze babes are going to be there to celebrate with me. Anyone can join here.) Just designing the cover photo took me hours of experimentation with two different photo editors, GIMP and Picmonkey. Neither of which I’d even heard of before last week.
In the midst of it all, I’m working on the proposal for book three in the Art of Seduction series (tentative title: Triple Dare) and finishing up book two (tentative title: Triple Time). Not to mention keeping up with the dreaded day job. Needless to say, my house is a mess and my family’s eating a lot of take out.
Is it all worth it? I think so. All these firsts are so amazing, so special. Like my first cover. Have you seen it? No? Well here it is:
I’m completely, totally in love with it. She’s perfect, he’s yummy, and they even managed to get the theater – the all-important setting for Triple Threat – in the background.
Or my first review, which came out this week in Romantic Times. The reviewer said that “the subject matter at the crux of this story
is well appreciated as a departure from the typical Blaze romance. Heart-melting tenderness is displayed in both the tone of the book and within the bounds of this pairing.”
Heart-melting tenderness? I’ll take that.
As release day gets closer and closer, I’m sure there will be even more last minute things I need to figure out and even more firsts for me to appreciate. And I intend to savor every one of them until it’s time to let my baby go and share Triple Threat with all of you.
Until then, here’s a little Triple Threat teaser for you, from Holly and Nick’s first encounter since high school:
“Hate you? Why would I hate you?” She shook his hand off, her stomach knotting up like a ball of yarn. “You’re freaking me out, Ethan. Who’s waiting for us in there? The pope? Jimmy Hoffa? My ex-mother-in-law?”
Before he could answer, the door fell open with a whoosh.
“Here they are!” Ted opened the door wider, ushering them inside. “Our esteemed writer and director.” He brought them into a conference room where Judith and several others were seated in tapestry chairs around an enormous walnut table. One man stood apart, his back to the door, apparently engrossed in one of the framed photos of the New York skyline that dotted the walls. Black hair curled over the collar of his cream-colored dress shirt, which hugged his broad shoulders and displayed strong forearms beneath rolled-up sleeves.
No. It couldn’t be him. He was supposed to be on a movie set overseas…
“Holly Ryan, Ethan Phelps,” Ted boomed, earning him a stern look from his wife. He either ignored or missed it and continued, not lowering his voice one decibel. “Say hello to our new star, straight from the silver screen.”
The man turned and Holly knew from his slack-jawed expression that he was as shocked as she was.
He moved toward her like a tidal wave of gorgeous in an ocean of ohmigod. “It’s been a long time, Holly.” Tall, dark and to-die-for, he held out his hand. His voice, deep and rough, made her breath catch and her nipples tighten. She crossed her arms in front of her chest to hide her unfortunate and completely involuntary reaction to the man who had starred in her erotic dreams since—well, since she’d been old enough to have erotic dreams.
“Nick. I thought you were in Hong Kong.” She stood, feet planted, afraid if she got any nearer to him she’d dissolve into a pool of fiery, lust-ridden goo.
“Been keeping up with me?” He dropped his hand when she didn’t move to take it, slipping it casually into the front pocket of his jeans. “I’m flattered.”
“It’s hard not to. You’re everywhere.”
“Ethan didn’t tell you?” Ted stepped in, smile lines further crinkling his already wrinkled face, and clapped the director on the shoulder. Ethan gave him a warning glare, but the older man, either truly oblivious or deliberately ignorant, ran a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair and continued, “He insisted we see Nick for this role, that he’d be perfect as our modern-day Stanley Kowalski. Even convinced us to put off casting until he finished shooting.”
“Perfect,” Holly echoed, her blood closely approaching the boiling point.
A bead of sweat trickled down Ethan’s forehead and his Adam’s apple did a nervous dance in his throat. “Surprise.”
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Posted by Kelli Ireland in Kelli Ireland, tags: Blue Russian cat, contest, free book, Goodreads contest, kitten, luck, mass market book, mass market paperback, new book, new book release, paper bag, publishing, Stripped Down, wine, writing
should start by telling you I’m not pregnant. We did
wind up adopting a four-month-old kitten from a no-kill organization this week. Tucker is a Russian Blue. The little white spot on his neck is considered a breeder “defect” and may have been what landed him on an adoption list. I don’t care. I just tell him it’s where the angels kissed him when he was done percolating.
But this post isn’t about kittens. It’s about the impending delivery of my first book, STRIPPED DOWN. I feel like I’ve been “carrying” this book since October 2013, and it hasn’t been an easy term. There have been emotional highs and lows, struggles, nausea, fear, elation and more. Now? Well, now it’s time to let go and watch the book make its debut. The digital book is available September 1. The paperback? Well, that depends. If you’ve ordered it from Amazon, they’re advertising an August 19 release date. That would be Tuesday…as in next Tuesday.
Someone hand me a paper bag.
Having been published before, I didn’t really think this would feel different, scarier, somehow bigger. But it does. STRIPPED DOWN is my first mass market paperback. With that comes this underlying knowledge that the book’s scope and reach will be much larger than anything I’ve done before. I might find my book in grocery stores or big box retailers or holding a regular spot on the bookstore’s bookshelf. It’s the idea that I have a Goodreads giveaway (here) for the book, and the number of entries has far surpassed my expectations. The number of people who have already read the book and rated it caught me off guard. That they like the book? I’m just a freakin’ happy mess over that particular fact.
Let me amend my earlier request. Someone hand me a paper bag with a bottle of wine inside.
I don’t know if this roller coaster of emotions will change as more of my books are published. I can only hope I’m lucky enough to find out.
CONTEST: Leave a comment on on this blog entry and tell me what type of hero is your absolute favorite–stripper, cowboy, military man, cop, doctor, etc.–and what it is that makes him take top spot on your list. Three winners will be chosen at random to receive their choice of either a digital or paperback copy of STRIPPED DOWN. Winners will be chosen on Saturday, August 23, and contacted via email. Winners’ names will be posted on my next regular blog post (September 16, 2014). Good luck!
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Greetings Blaze Babes!
This has been the most amazing summer, weather-wise: cool, cool, cool. I am so happy!
I just came off a triumphant week, having run my third sprint triathlon (½ mile swim, 12 mile bike, 3.1 mile run) over ten minutes faster than the last one I did three years ago. I told my husband it was proof I’m only getting younger. If any of you get the urge, it’s a great event. I did the Iron Girl, which has races all over the country, only for women. It’s a really fun and supportive atmosphere. Before I did my first one I had never run, biked or swam, though I kept in decent shape. So if I could do it . . .
The recipe I’m sharing with you today is a great summery treat, and a great reward after a workout, to make sure you put back on any pounds you lose, hahaha. I love lemon bars, but this is lemon bars plus strawberry puree which gives them a fruity wonderful kick. This recipe appeared in the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel years ago, and I’ve made it many, many times, including as part of an elegant surprise picnic I put together for a new boyfriend who is now my husband. Strawberry-Lemon Bars might not have made him fall in love with me, but they didn’t hurt.
You can cut this recipe in half easily if you want. Use an 8 inch square pan.
Strawberry Lemonade Bars
Makes 24 bars
1/4 cup sugar
½ cup (1 stick) butter, room temperature
1 ½ cups flour
1/4 teaspoon salt
¾ cup fresh lemon juice
2 to 3 teaspoons lemon zest
½ cup pureed strawberries (about ¾ cup berries)
1 1/4 cups sugar
4 large eggs
1/4 cup flour
1/4 teaspoon salt
½ teaspoon baking powder
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Lightly grease 13-by-9-inch baking pan.
To make crust: In a large bowl, cream ¼ cup sugar and the butter until smooth and fluffy. Working at a low speed, gradually beat in 1 ½ cups flour and ¼ teaspoon salt until mixture is crumbly. Transfer to prepared pan and press into an even layer. Bake in preheated oven about 15 minutes, until set at the edges. Leave oven on.
While crust bakes, prepare filling. In bowl of food processor, combine lemon juice and zest, strawberry puree, 1 ¼ cups sugar and the eggs and process until smooth. Add ¼ cup flour, the baking powder and ¼ teaspoon salt, then pulse until smooth. Gently pour filling over hot crust when it has finished baking. Return pan to oven and bake about 25 minutes, until filling is set.
Cool completely before slicing, and use a damp knife to ensure clean slices.
See you next month!
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Blaze Blog: August 2014: What I did on my summer vacation
Well, I was away on vacation last month, so we’re doubling up the winners this time around. July book winners are:
And August winners are:
Thanks to everyone who entered the draw! Look for Kathleen’s post in early September for your next chance to win!
Since we moved so recently, we decided to stick close to home for vacation this year. This was just fine with my mom, who wanted to come visit from Winnipeg and spend the week in Toronto being a tourist. Toronto’s a great city to live in, and I love having an excuse to show it off to visitors. You never go do the fun touristy things where you live unless you have a reason to, right?
First off, my mom and I are both huge (HUGE) Queen fans, so we timed my mom’s trip for the revival tour’s Toronto date . It was amazing to see Queen + Adam Lambert, who was filling the shoes of and paying homage to Freddie Mercury. I grew up loving this band, and I never thought I’d get to see them play live. We had pretty decent seats, too…
Over the course of the week, we took in a Jays game (Texas beat the pants off the Jays, sadly),
enjoyed a variety of Asian street foods at the annual Night Market (I think the fried quail eggs were my favourite),
went to the new Ripley’s aquarium, where we got up closer and personal with some sharks,
and enjoyed a very refined afternoon tea.
We also stopped in at Harlequin, because my mom wanted to see where I work Needless to say, she didn’t leave emptyhanded….
What have you been up to this summer? Any memorable vacation moments you want to share?
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So by now, most of you know that I have a whole other side to my life. I write about television and movies for newspaper and radio. I spent most of July interviewing folks from all the fall television shows. I thought you’d want to know the most important part of the whole fall season. Who are the hottest guys with new shows? Right? But here’s the thing. What I’m about to share may not be the prettiest boys in the room, but they are sexy. They have that combination of confidence, funny and charm. So here we go:
First up is someone who I just love. Ever since Horatio Hornblower, I’ve adored Ioan (pronounced yowan) Gruffudd. This Welshman is as kind and charming as they come in real life. And on screen he’s just a hottie. Love the new show where he plays an immortal medical examiner. Kind of Bones meets Highlander. I included the photo of Karen Gillan with John Cho, our No. 2 hottie, because I’ve a had a girl crush on her since “Doctor Who.” Like serious girl crush. They are adorable in the retelling of Eliza Doolittle on the new comedy Selfie. (Photos by ABC) Next up is Matt Ryan who plays Constantine on NBC this fall (Photo by NBC). He’s another charmer, and is perfect for this role. That next photo is Dean Winter and Josh Duhamel who star in the new Vince Gilligan show “Battlecreek” for CBS (Photo by CBS). They’re the oddest partners on television this fall. And so not hard to look at. And last but not least is David Tennant who is starring in Gracepoint on Fox this fall (photo by Fox). That’s the America remake of the BBC’s Broadchruch. So tell me what shows/actors are you excited about seeing this fall?
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Today is the last day of my summer vacation. I’ll miss the beach house—my inlaws’ house—the view off the deck, long walks on the beach at low tide, waking to the sound of surf and wind, re-reading the Outlander series on the deck. And I’ll miss Bunny World.
We’d been vacationing near Cannon Beach, Oregon, for many years before we saw the first bunny. I’m not sure who spotted it in the grass alongside the road that winds through Tolovana Park, but my husband and kids and I were all elated.
After the first spotting, there were many more, until that stretch of road came to be known as “Bunny World,” and counting the bunnies became part of the vacation tradition.
Traditions are strange. We have many beach traditions. We eat at the same three restaurants over and over (“Lather, rinse, repeat,” we call it). We snack on summer sausage, a food we almost never eat any other time. We frequent Cannon Beach’s tiny library, where volunteers are sometimes unsure of how to check out books, making me suspect that this is an unusual occurrence in a town dominated by tourist activity.
These traditions are part of my children’s history, things they’ll take for granted, as if all people have always done things that way. If they do things differently with their children, it will feel uneasy to them, as if something is missing. Because traditions are hard to undo once they take root.
And yet the oddest thing is that traditions come from nowhere.
One day, there were no bunnies, and one day, there were bunnies. And not too long after that, as we were driving through Tolovana, my husband made the sound of a large piece of machinery slipping into gear, and declared in a mechanized voice:
“Entering Bunny World. Engaging Bundar. Bundar engaged. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.”
Now every time we go through Bunny World, we engage Bundar, which beeps like sweeping radar until it spots a bunny, whereupon it says, in its chilly digital way:
“Ding ding ding ding ding. Bunny count: 1.”
And so on. We’ve hit 18, believe it or not, with much laughter, and screeching, and celebrating. I wish I had bunny photos for you, but we’ve never managed to photograph even a single member of this weird assortment of little white domestic and big fat brown rabbits. Still, we’re pretty sure we’re not hallucinating the phenomenon, because one homeowner in Bunny World has several ceramic bunnies on his front lawn. These bunnies, by the way, frequently cause a bunny false alarm, complete with loud, three-strikes-and-you’re-out buzzer.
When it’s time to leave Bunny World, we say:
“Exiting Bunny World. Disengaging Bundar. Final Bunny Count: 11. Thank you for using Bundar. Bundar disengaged. Have a nice day.”
Why? Because we’ve always done it that way. And somehow it doesn’t matter that always isn’t very long. It feels like forever.
It feels like tradition.
What is your favorite family tradition?
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’ve been blogging here at the Blaze Authors’ Blog on the 7th of every month since it began in April 2009. July’s TAKEN BY STORM is my final book for Blaze, so this post, my 65th, will be my last. You can keep up with me and my new projects on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HeatherMacAllister or https://www.facebook.com/HeatherMacAllisterBooks, Twitter: https://twitter.com/Heather_Mac, or my website: http://www.HeatherMacAllister.com. And now I’ll sign off with Il Divo, four hunky guys singing “Time to Say Goodbye.”
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August always makes me want to glut on books! In part because I’ve usually just returned from the Romance Writers of America national conference and am filled with book love, but also because it’s the last month of summer here and I feel like I need to read as much as I can before life gets busy again How about you? What are you reading this week?
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