So this will be a long post. First, here's Amazon's blurb for HOT Flash.
On Jill Morgan Storm's fortieth birthday, she declares she is through with love. A conviction well justified, considering her first husband didn't leave her for another woman; he became one! More recently, her love affair came to a screeching halt when her lover dumped her for a young undergraduate. To make matters worse, the teeny-bopper stole Jill's "well-seasoned" frying pan, and when you're a sous chef, that's no small offense; it's a major felony.
When financial obligations threaten her son's dream of attending art school, Jill and her friends devise a foolproof plan to audition candidates for a new husband. The search for Mr. Right is on.
There is one problem, however. His name is Davin Wesley, an annoying third-grade schoolteacher, who relentlessly plagues her days, haunts her nights, and propels her libido into overdrive. She knows he is absolutely, undeniably wrong for her. So why, then, does Mr. Wrong take her breath away, curl her toes, and give her a hot flash every time she sees him? More importantly, what will she do if Mr. Wrong is actually Mr. Right?
Tomorrow the winner will be announced for this must have book. Yay!!
Now for the rest of the post. Starting today, my cp LKap will be blogging on Thursday's. Next week I'll have an interview with her, so you can get to know her better. Or ask her questions.
Take it away, Laurie.
Ever had one of those days where you sit at your computer all day, typing away, the story is flowing, the sun is shining, the birds are singing. And you think…it’s about time. Then it stops.
Yep, that was me.
Then all of a sudden, random thoughts just pop in, having absolutely nothing to do with the story you’re working on or a story you think you could work on. Nope they’re just random pieces of information you’ll do nothing with, clogging up your brain.
Okay, now you know why I’m here. I had to let it out someplace and V was nice enough to let me use her fabuloso blog. That and when she asked me to blog I had no idea what to write about. Thanks V. ;-) (She’ll probably never ask me again after this…heehee)
Plus, I had to get it out of my head so my characters would come back and wouldn’t have to muddle through all these ramblings. Someone working this story should have an idea after all.
Some might sound like a story, some are just thoughts. Oh, and let me know if this happens to you too. I’m really not comfortable in my OCD rambling state alone. LOL (not true really, anyone who knows me would say I’d be fine as a hermit). But I really do want to hear from you. ;-)
So here we go.
Listening to my HHB (more on that in a minute), and his BFF (yes men have BFF’s they just don’t openly admit it) were talking on the phone and I realized when they became friends they were total opposites. Cool if you think about it, because each of them was the alter ego to the other. Just as our characters and their friends should have, right? Well yeah….okay…maybe. Thank goodness I write fiction, because I get to control the bad habits my hero man picks up. Not so easy in real life I’ll tell ya. After about ten years of friendship, HHB is now the louder of the two (seeing them in a room together you might just run away from the very, very large Italian/Polish man and very large but shorter Polish man talking as if it’s a contest to see who can get on the Richter scale). If you’re from either of these kinds of families or know these kinds of families we're on the same page here…right? Oh well I love him so what’s a girl to do. ‘-)
So are you wondering about HHB? Well he is the best I must admit. Someone was looking out for me that Fourth of July day. Yep, fireworks the whole shebang and not just in the sky…lol. I have to say it was lust at first sight (even though I openly admit to saying he was the man I was going to marry less than 24 hours later) only because I don’t believe you can love someone that quickly (but we can write it) – but twenty-four years later and I have both—lucky me. His nickname came about because he does all the cooking so I can write once I get home from the day job. One day he says to me (kiddingly) “I’m like your house bitch.” Well I couldn’t disagree, so I added the Hot—because it’s true too. So came HHB = Hot House Bitch (all in love).
Huh…I don’t have a thing left to say and Xavier is talking to me again, and when he talks you need to listen—he’s not real fond of being ignored any command he gives.
Can’t wait to hear what you think.
And any comments to Laurie or to Kathy will still be added to the contest this week for HOT FLASH.