Theraflu, Fassbender & My Debut Release

Friends – it is 4 days – 4 DAYS!! – until the release of my debut novel, A NIGHT OF SOUTHERN COMFORT.  I am beyond excited to be so close to a dream come true! If you like a sexy, steamy, snarkybook about a one-night-stand turned to love – it is a book for you!

So in in preparation for my release, I’ve been writing blog posts, working with my publicist, stuffing reader goody bags, and writing.  LOTS of writing! I completed and submitted a Christmas novella which I hope you will get to read in December and completing revision on another book proposal.  I love being busy with writing!!

So, what is the last thing I need right now?  A sinus infection. Ugh.

I think I got sick when I was forced  . . . umm, joyfully and willingly went camping with the Boy Scouts on Friday. (That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it!)

As I sit here on my couch, head swimming in a lovely haze of Theraflu, I am further medicating myself with one of my current drugs-of-choice . . .  Michael Fassebender.

Specifically, Michael Fassbender as Mr. Rochester in Jane Eyre.

So sexy. So flawed. So conflicted. So romantic.

One of those intense Fassbender gazes and you forget that he’s got a crazy wife in the attic who wants to burn down the whole bloody house with you in it.  Sigh . . .

Some of my favorite quotes from the book:

“Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings?  Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you.
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

and, this one as well:

“Because,” he said, “I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you–especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you,–you’d forget me.”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

So, I’m going to sign off and continue my encounter with Mr. F.

Burn it up,



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