Several of my friends have been self-publishing their back-list via Smashwords and Amazon. I don’t have a backlist (which is not something to complain about, but…) but I do have a story that doesn’t really fit with my others. It’s a historical erotic romance I wrote last summer. So I thought I’d try to self-publish that one. As of today, it’s up on Amazon for 99 cents (it’s very short, like 50 pages). Check it out!

I love ebooks. I very VERY rarely read print anymore, despite still having over 100 print books on my shelf.

BUT.

The other day my son’s girlfriend said she wanted to read Jurassic Park and I was pretty sure I had at least one copy. So I went to my book cabinet where I have my keepers and started pulling out books. As I did, I talked to my son and his girlfriend about memories I associated with each book. It made me a little sad–I won’t be able to relive the feelings of books with the files on my ereader.

I’m thinking this summer of going through those books and re-reading some. I still love my ereader, the instant gratification, the convenience, the huge font. But I love the memories, too.

Have you noticed that book covers look different lately? They seem to be darker, deeper, almost a reverse 3-D effect. I first noticed it with the Maya Banks covers:

And Lauren Dane:

And Kat Martin:

I’m totally a books-by-their-cover girl. What about you?

😀

Okay, I went a little nuts at Etsy this weekend buying prizes for this week. I want to celebrate my new Facebook page and this is how:

Every day this week, I’ll post something on my Facebook fan page, and one commenter will get one of my prizes (and they’re neat, y’all. Wait til you see.) And every day a random fan on my page will win a download of one of my Wild Rose Press titles.

Here’s what I bought, and I thought one day I’d give an e-gift certificate.

This is a cute little pouch.

And these necklaces:

Fun, right? So hop on over to my fan page and like it to play 🙂

From Samhain Publishing!

Here’s a teaser:

The bride’s tone was sleepy and she weaved a bit on the path. Haven reached out to catch her elbow, and her foot slipped out of her sandal, twisting beneath her.

With a grunt of frustration and pain, she landed on her ass on the dusty path. Before she could catch her breath, Eric crouched before her, his hands on her ankle, which was beginning to throb.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his fingers smoothing over her skin.

Haven stopped herself from jerking away from that touch, so familiar that her hormones were dancing, appreciating the tingle his callused fingertips sent from the tender skin behind her ankle to the apex of her thighs. But to react strongly would only alert everyone to their previous relationship. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” She drew her knee up, breaking contact and breathing a sigh of relief. She looked past him to Christine, who bent over his shoulder, tucking her hair behind her ear and furrowing her brow. “Don’t worry. Nothing is going to stop me from walking down that aisle tomorrow.”

Christine lifted her gaze to Haven’s and smiled. “All that matters is that you’re okay.”

“I think so.” Eric took her ankle again, his thumb brushing over the hollow above her heel. He grinned at her, temporarily making her forget all about the pain, making her think—other things that she shouldn’t be thinking in front of her friends. She lowered her gaze, choosing the pain over the—well, the pain. “We’ll get you back and get some ice on it, you should be good as new.”

“Better be,” Mr. Padalecki said with a wink. “Dance lessons tonight.”

Eric grasped her arm and helped her stand. She tried to put her weight on her foot and winced. “You don’t want to aggravate it.” Eric looped his arm around her waist, his hand resting below her breast. His touch seared through the thin fabric of the T-shirt as if she wore nothing. “Lean on me.”

“No, really, I can—”

“Better this way.” He released her and turned his back. “Jared, give her a boost.”

Haven wished she could melt into the ground as everyone in their party watched. She stared at his broad back. “You aren’t going to carry me.”

“It’s only a little ways.”

“Uphill.” And she’d have to smell him and feel his muscles move and remember. “I can make it.”

He looked over his shoulder at her and must have seen her desperation for this all to go away, because he nodded. “You can lean on me if you want.”

“I’ll be fine,” she said again, but each step sent a twinge through her. So she held on to Jill.

“Dummy,” Jill muttered. “I would have ridden that all the way home.”

And in case you wanted to see my inspiration for Eric:

Two Step Temptation, which comes out tomorrow, is under $2 this week at Samhain Publishing!

So I’m plotting a new book that I plan to start writing March 1. I thought I had it all nicely cast.

And then I started watching Justified.

Y’all. Have you seen Justified? I remember seeing Timothy Olyphant on something years back, as a bad guy, and I googled him and thought he was smoking. But as Rayland Givens…Oh. My. God. That voice, that accent, that body. He’s a little slender for my taste, but yowza.

My hero is a country singer from a small town, and I was going to use Puck from Glee as the model, but I just can’t get excited about him. Timothy is a bit older than I’d like since my hero is supposed to be in his early 30s and Timothy is about 10 years older, but I can’t resist that voice. I think I’m going to buy the first season of Justified, and I’ve already loaded my Netflix queue with movies he’s been in.

What do you think of him? Do you watch Justified? Does he do it for you?