Happy Monday! (Don’t laugh. Really. Or, if it makes you feel better on a Monday, I suppose it’s okay to laugh.) Are y’all ready for April? I’m not quite ready for it yet, because I’m too excited about going to my very first book club as the author of the book of the month
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My next romance novel, THE HUSBAND GAMES, is set in Bliss, Illinois, the self-proclaimed Most Married-est Town
Winner winner!! The newest winner of a signed, limited edition, win-it-before-you-can-buy-it paper copy of MR. GOOD ENOUGH is…. Listed at the bottom of this post!
The other day on Facebook, I came across this status:
Maybe it’s because I’ve been changing diapers for six
Hooray for spring! March madness is taking hold, flowers are waking up, and baseball season is here!
And that’s just the start of what we have to smile about this week. Y’all ready?
Jamie’s Favorite Smiles This Week
8. The way babies smell
Because it’s a rainy Sunday and my kids are all fighting nap time and I’m having a heck of a fun time watching the Dear Author/Smart Bitches DABWAHA tournament, how about I give away another limited edition, signed proof copy of MR. GOOD ENOUGH?
To enter, just answer one simple question.
Do you prefer your heroes SMART
Y’all remember when dinosaur porn was all the rage in the romance industry last year? That was epoch. (Seriously. It happened.)
So I got to thinking what might be next, and with spring coming up, I think I’ve found it.
I present to you,
Egg Erotica, The Next Big Trend in Romance Novels
I went to college at this nerdy-cool university in Missouri that celebrated St. Pat’s so hard, the school actually closed down for half the week. We also beat snakes on the quad with walking sticks, had non-stop parties for about five days, and ate and drank green everything. (Dr. Seuss has
Since it’s Pi Day, and since Jackson fell in love with his Anna Grace’s pie almost as hard as he fell in love with his Anna Grace in Southern Fried Blues, today, I present to you…
Jackson Davis’s Guide to Homemade Pie
First thing y’all need to know…
Anna Grace doesn’t put bacon grease in her pie crusts.
We had a huge party over the weekend, so the hubby convinced me to splurge on hiring someone to come in and clean the house. And we did. And it was beautiful. And peaceful. And wonderful.
And then all the children came home.
You know what that means?
1. The boys immediately went tornado on their