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In Praise of Nerd Heroes

Hi, I’m Zoë, and I’m a nerd lover.

Hi, Zoë.

As a romance reader, and romance author, I know I’m supposed to love the big, brooding, badass alpha hero.  He’s the guy who can do everything—lead an assault on a nest of vampires, single-handedly take down the drug cartel, defeat the spy ring while flawlessly dancing a waltz and making all the maidens weak with desire.  These heroes are larger than life, and yes, they definitely make a woman’s pulse speed up.

But give me a shy, smart guy, and watch me swoon.

There’s something so utterly charming, something that makes me all weak in the knees when a man who’s known for his brains suddenly loses his composure around the woman he fancies.  He doesn’t have the smooth moves, he doesn’t know the right words to say.  He may even stammer and blush.  He’s more comfortable thinking up complex equations than seducing, and that makes his awkward attempts at wooing all the more irresistible.

Of course, I’m also talking about a romance hero, so my favorite nerd heroes can also kick butt.  It wouldn’t quite work if the heroine had to keep bailing him out, would it?  So underneath his button-down shirt or uniform, you’re going to find a body that’s just as sexy and capable as his brains.  Oh, and you know that famous line from the film “Revenge of the Nerds?”  “All Jocks ever think about is sports, all [nerds] ever think about is sex.” Yeah, that’s definitely true.  Smart guy + sex = very attentive, creative lovemaking.

Lieutenant Nils Calder, the hero of CHAIN REACTION, is the top mind in the 8th Wing’s Engineering Corps.  (The other 8th Wing soldiers refer to Engineering as NerdWorks.)  He’s also the very last person Lieutenant Celene Jur wants accompanying her on her mission of vengeance.  But behind Nils’s quiet, nerdy exterior beats the heart of a true warrior.  All he has to do is survive the mission—and survive Celene.

Tell me some of your favorite nerd heroes!  I’ll pick a winner from one of the comments to receive a copy of CHAIN REACTION.

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You can read an excerpt of CHAIN REACTION here.

Order: Carina, Amazon Kindle, Barnes & Noble Nook

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Zoë is a RITA-award nominated romance author who loves kickass heroines and heroes who love kickass heroines.  Her books include the paranormal historical Hellraisers series and the acclaimed Blades of the Rose historical paranormal adventure series. she enjoys baking, tweeting about boots, and listening to music from the ’80s.  She and her husband, fellow romance author Nico Rosso, live in Los Angeles.

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Sci-fi is for women, too

J. L. Hilton, circa 1978

I remember when the first episode of “Star Trek: The Next Generation” aired, and Patrick Stewart declared that the crew of the Enterprise would “boldly go where no ONE has gone before.” In the original Star Trek, they were only going where no MAN has gone before.

As a girl who grew up with Star Wars and Battlestar Gallactica toys instead of Barbies, that difference meant the universe to me. But guys didn’t get it. They would say, “When Captain Kirk said ‘man’ he meant the whole human race, OK?” OK. But with ST:TNG, I finally felt included in the ranks of sci-fi geekery.

Science fiction continues to be viewed by many as a man’s genre. Women, in their Federation-issue miniskirts and skinny cylon hotness, are just there as fanboy eye-candy. Did Han Solo ever end up in sexy slave garb? No, he did not.

It was important to me, when I wrote STELLARNET REBEL, that I created SF for everyone.

There’s technology, video games, lasers, aliens, fights and explosions. But the main character, Genevieve O’Riordan, is a woman. Not a man’s idea of a woman, like Robert Heinlein’s “Friday,” who felt just fine after being brutally raped and tortured. But an individual with realistic feelings, reactions and faults.

And Genny’s fellow heroes are not “typical” men—since they’re not men at all, they’re aliens. Duin and Belloc are Glin, a race in which the sexes are the same size and gender characteristics only appear after puberty. This not only shapes the dynamics of their culture, but affects how they relate to Genny throughout the novel.

My heroine is not just eye candy. Her genetic modifications might make her attractive by human standards. But that doesn’t mean much to aliens derisively called “frogs” because of their skin colors, large eyes and webbed fingers. It’s her personality, intelligence and loyalty that make her desirable. She’s no damsel in distress but saves her own butt and the butts of others—usually by some combination of wit, resourcefulness and courage, not just brute strength and a gun.

Who is your favorite SF heroine and why? Is SF still dominated by men, or is this changing? I’d love to hear your thoughts. One lucky commenter will receive promo items including your very own labradorite nagyx pendant on recycled sari silk cord—designed to look just like the “soul stone” necklace that plays an important role in STELLARNET REBEL—and a $10 gift certificate to ThinkGeek. Recipient will be announced in the comments on January 11.

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Welcome to Asteria, a corporate-owned, deep-space colony populated with refugees, criminals and obsessive online gamers. Genny O’Riordan has shifted in from Earth determined to find a story that will break her blog into the Stellarnet Top 100, and even better—expose the degradation of the colony’s denizens.

Duin is an alien—a Glin—a hero of a past revolution against the Glin royal family, yet branded a terrorist. Duin speaks every day in the Asteria market, hoping to spur humans to aid his home world, which has been overtaken by the evil, buglike Tikati.

When Genny and Duin meet, what begins with a blog post becomes a dangerous web of passion and politics as they struggle to survive not only a war but the darker side of humanity…

Read an excerpt of STELLARNET REBEL or buy it now.

Follow Genny and Duin on Twitter. Belloc will join them at the appropriate point in their timeline.

Follow the author at JLHilton.com or Facebook, Twitter, deviantART, Goodreads and Google+.

Dishing Holiday Dishes

Oh, the holidays. Admittedly, a many of us start the holidays with a little trepidation. After all, there’s a lot to be done and not a lot of time to get there. Shopping and cards and baking and wrapping and shipping. But there is one thing that gets the juices flowing at the holiday season, and that’s food.

There’s nothing that gets us more into the season than some of our favorite foods.

Jaci Burton loves cookies, especially rum balls and cracker candy, the two favorites she loves to make. And chocolate in any form is always an acceptable food group. She also wouldn’t turn her nose up at a chocolate cream pie.

Alison Kent loves pies of any kind (except pumpkin) and cookies. LOTS of cookies. Fudge. Also, a totally unhealthy cool whip and cottage cheese based dessert salad. Yes, it’s the desserts that make the holidays fun!

HelenKay Dimon loves mashed potatoes. She eats them exactly twice a year – Thanksgiving and Christmas – and likes them old school. She doesn’t want weird stuff in them. No cheese. No garlic. Nothing green. Just creamy, yummy mashed potatoes.

Shannon Stacey loves her stepmom’s Death By Chocolate truffle and Christmas is always a good excuse for a cheese and pepperoni platter. She also loves cheeseburgers, which is why the Stacey family had them for Christmas dinner last year.

But every year around the holidays there are what we’d like to call questionable foods. You know what we’re talking about—those foods you don’t want to get near.

Jaci hates fruitcake. What ARE those things, anyway? They resemble colorful doorstops, not a food. She’s also not a big fan of pecan pie, even though many of her family members love it. Bleh.

Alison doesn’t care for pumpkin pie. She loves sweet potato pie, but pumpkin is too heavy. She has a great recipe for a pumpkin chiffon icebox pie, and she loves pumpkin cheesecake. But just say no to baked pumpkin pies.

HelenKay dislikes gravy. Yes, technically not food (she guesses), but she hates gravy. Never puts it on anything and cringes when she sees it.

Shannon doesn’t like squash. For some reason the people around her seem to think squash is a necessary part of a holiday dinner. And they mash it like potatoes but it’s thinner, like something Gerber might make. She also doesn’t get those green bean casseroles with the Funyons on top. If you’re going to fancy up a vegetable with a snack food, why not Doritos?

So there are our likes and dislikes. What are some of your favorite—and least favorite—holiday foods?

Rather than write the epic Bio Paragraph of Doom, you can find out more about us at your favorite online watering hole! Alison Kent: Website & blog, Twitter, Facebook | Jaci Burton: Website & blog, Twitter, Facebook | HelenKay Dimon: Website & blog, Twitter, Facebook | Shannon Stacey: Website & blog, Twitter, Facebook

Dive Into iTunes, Climb Out With Tuscan Heat

The black hole of iTunes sucks me in every time I load it up. “I’m just going to look up that one song and get back to work,” I say, and two hours later I blink at the screen wondering why I just bought a love song sung in Chinese by Jackie Chan. (Seriously, it’s called “Jia Xiang de Long Yan Shu.” It’s kind of awesome.)

One night in early 2011, I got online and in this order, I purchased:

- Jonathan Coulton’s remake of “Baby Got Back”
- Mary J. Blige and Andrea Bocelli’s remake of “Bridge Over Troubled Water”
- Andrea Bocelli’s “Con Te Partiro”
- The Mighty Mighty Bosstones’ “The Impression That I Get”
- Husker Du’s “Too Far Down”
- Rodney Atkins’s “If You’re Going Through Hell”

At that point, I snapped out of it. It was a little insane, but not as insane as the night I bought six versions of “The Way You Look Tonight.” Anyway, “Con Te Partiro” lodged in my head like a tattoo on my brain.

I suppose I could say I bought it because it appealed to the theater major still inside my skin. It’s a lush and romantic song, and well, theatrical. And sure, it’s in Italian, a language with which I am totally desperate to learn even though I’ve been stuck at the “dove il bagno” stage for two years.

The truth is I bought it because when I heard it, an entire book took form. The story thumped around in my skull until I got it down on paper. The song was in heavy rotation through most of the first draft and I never got tired of it, though my preschooler now hears the opening notes and says “Mama, pleeeeeeeeease play something else.” There was something about the lyrics (scroll down for the translation) that made me dream of travel and sex with handsome men and happily ever after on a motorcycle. The result of that dream is Tuscan Heat, and I sure hope you like it.

Will you share your worst iTunes binge or craziest MP3 purchase and keep me company here in the black hole? Ooh! Annie Lennox! You know, I’ve got a great idea for a book….

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Tuscan Heat is Kathleen’s third book with Carina Press. Check out two brief excerpts from the first chapter over here on her website. Let her know what you thought of it on Facebook, Goodreads, or @KathleenDienne on Twitter.

We do it for the love

When I started writing science fiction romance, I had no idea what I was doing. No clue about markets or distribution or craft. I didn’t even know that the genre I was writing had a name. One day, I just decided that I wanted to write a book, and since I grew up reading science fiction and romance, the combination worked for me. I was so excited and passionate about every word. Plus, hey, I’d read so many books, how hard could it be to write one?

Cohl slid forward another meter. Instinctively, he whipped the laser pistol sights toward a small black object that sailed silently through the air and landed in a heap ten meters from his feet. He squinted under the dimmed lights. It didn’t move. Looked like cloth.

Then another dark object dropped a few meters from it. Was that a sock? He lowered his weapon. What the hell?

The sock’s mate landed next to the first one. Cohl stepped out from his cover and stared at them. He looked up just in time to snag a pair of pants out of midair aimed at his head.

Tess emerged from behind a nearby container, smiling triumphantly and sporting nothing but a black lace bra and matching panties. It took a while for him to notice her weapon pointed at his chest. His was hanging limp from his hand, much like his jaw.

“Gotcha,” she said smugly.

Her breasts peeked luridly from behind the lace. His gaze skimmed down the slender waist and firm legs in direct proportion to his rising body temperature.

He tossed his laser pistol to the floor. “I surrender.” (Unearthed)

Over the next few years, I learned that writing was the hardest job I’ve ever done, my genre was called SFR, the market is quite small, and the readers are fiercely loyal. I also learned that love is love, no matter what planet you set it on or where your characters are from or what kind of craft they drive/fly.

He looked ready to kill as he tossed the suit down and stepped toward her. She stepped back.
“Is that damn plate all that matters to you?” He wasn’t even blinking.

She raised her chin. “Yes.”

“Just so you can become a Majj?” He took another step toward her, the heat of his anger reaching her.

“Now you’re getting it,” she shot back.

“There’s nothing else to you?”

“No.”

“You’re wrong,” he charged, his voice steely.

She blinked at him in surprise. Then shook her head. “My work is my life, it’s who I am. It’s all that I am.”

“Wrong,” he repeated, taking another step and backing her to the wall.

“Ask anyone,” she stammered. “If I lose my career, I lose everything I am. I lose myself.”

“Wrong.”

His mouth closed over hers and if she’d had anything else to say, it was quickly forgotten in the great rush of blood from her brain. (Unraveled)

Love truly is the universal language. It’s why we are here. It’s why we sacrifice, how we connect, and how we keep going when all seems lost. These stories, they are you and me and every soul on this planet. We all tell our love stories in different ways—through music, literature, art, song, food, volunteering, nursing, gardening, and in all the many jobs we hold every day.

“I’ll help you across,” he said quietly.

Lacey shook her head. That meant “No, I’m not going.” He as an intelligent life form, he should be able to figure that out.

Zain took her clenched fists in his hands. He looked down, frowned and carefully pried open one of her fists. She winced and realized blood creased her palm where her fingernails had dug in.

She heard him say something softly, and hen he pried open her other hand.
Slowly, his gaze rose to hers. She waited for him to tell her that her fears were stupid and ridiculous. To tell her in a lengthy, humiliating lecture how she should be able to conquer them like a normal person.

Just like Robert.

Instead, he wrapped her fingers in his and gently pulled her toward him.

“Look at me,” he whispered, and she promptly lost herself in his dark eyes. (Unleashed)

The thing about love is that you don’t know what you’re doing. There’s no guide book, no classes, no training. Sometimes, you just have to hold your breath and jump. How hard could it be?

“You can’t hold it in forever,” Torrie whispered.

A hard shudder shook Qaade’s body as if her words gave him permission to release. He took a deep breath and held it.

She waited as long seconds passed, almost afraid of what might happen when he finally let go. And then he threw his head back and roared like a wounded animal. The plaintive howl pierced her soul and brought tears to her eyes.

Over and over again he roared, unleashing his anger and grief for his lost people.

She wrapped her arms around his torso and held him tightly, trying to get through to the man beneath the pain.

Steam rose from his skin with each tormented outburst, and her tears soaked the back of his shirt. It was like watching him be torn apart from the inside.

How could she have doubted him even for a moment? (Unmasked)

Here’s to jumping.

CJ Barry
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A Man And His Books

Is there anything sexier than a sexy man reading a book? I THINK NOT! And I don’t appear to be alone because there’s a whole website devoted to pictures of Hot Guys Reading Books.

FBI Special Agent Lucas Vasco, the hero of my romantic suspense novel, Hold Me, is as addicted to books as I am – and that’s saying something. His bedroom is a massive lava flow of books. Here’s Katie’s (the heroine’s) first impression when she enters the room:

Not only were there bookcases full of books, there were piles and piles and piles of books in every position, covering every surface, seemingly on every topic. She wandered farther into the room, intrigued and, in a way, enchanted. There were books on the floor, books on the dressers, books on the nightstands, and an impressive stack of volumes teetering next to the bed. It was just so completely unexpected that if the space hadn’t been so obviously occupied she would have thought she’d made a mistake.

A couple of weeks ago, Luc and I got together so I could interview him for my blog. And when two bibliophiles get together the conversation is bound to turn to books. Here’s that part of our discussion.

“So, Luc,” I flipped a few pages in my stenopad to get to the right notes, then looked up at him. “You like books.”

“Yes, Betsy. I like books.” Luc settled into his chair, fingers laced on his flat stomach. He balanced the heel of one worn running shoe on the opposite knee. I saw no evidence of socks.

I pulled my focus back to my notes. “I’ve been in your bedroom–”

His dark eyebrows flew up. “You have?”

“Um, yeah.” I fidgeted a little. “I had to go in there. I was writing.”

“Uh huh.” He looked unconvinced.

“Anyway,” I shuffled papers. “What books do you have up there?”

Luc shrugged. “All kinds. If I like something, I buy it. I just got an eReader, so now I’m really dangerous.”

“Tell me about it,” I muttered. “Okay, give me some examples.”

“Examples?”

“Well, I know you were reading The Illiad during the time period covered in Hold Me.”

“Oh, yeah.” He settled further back in his chair, a dreamy look in his beautiful dark eyes. “Katie noticed I was reading it and brought it down to me. She wasn’t wearing any–”

“Luc!”

“Sorry.” He looked at me directly and his eyes twinkled. “Yeah, I was reading The Illiad. I read all kind of things.”

“Maybe tell me what you like best.”

“It depends on the day.” He frowned. “Graphic novels. Comics. I like some of the classics, but others put me to sleep. Shakespeare’s great if you can figure out what he’s saying. I love Stephen King.”

“Ew. I don’t like to read Stephen King. He scares me.”

“Well, you don’t have to read him, hun. This is me, not you.”

“Hello! I WRITE you.”

“Good point. Anyway, I like sci-fi, mystery, and thrillers, of course.”

Now we were getting somewhere. “Which authors?”

“Oh, God. There are so many. For sci-fi, Silverberg and Heinlien. Theodore Sturgeon. For mystery, uh, Robert B. Parker. Shirley Wells. Julie Moffett makes me laugh. I like early James Patterson. J.D. Robb–”

“Wait!” I flapped my hand in front of his face. “You like J.D. Robb?”

“Sure. Great futuristic police procedurals.”

“You know that’s Nora Roberts, right?”

Luc shrugged. “I read Nora Roberts.”

I stared at him. “You’re kidding.”

“Why?” He scowled at me. “I read a lot of romance. You know what I do for a living. I see a lot of bad stuff. Romance reminds me there are good things in this world. People really do love each other. Plus, there’s sex. So, yeah. I read romance.”

“Oh.” My voice sounded a little faint even to my own ears. “Who?”

“Well, Nora Roberts, of course. Jenny Crusie. Love Nalini Singh. Maureen Miller. Adrienne Giordano. Loretta Chase is great.”

I opened my mouth, then closed it, then opened it again.

“That’s why I got an eReader,” Luc continued. “Carina Press is putting out a lot of great books in all different genres, so I thought I’d go crazy. Did you know they’re having a Romantic Suspense week this week?”

“Yeah,” I said. “We’re kind of…part of it.”

“We are?” He smiled fully and deep crevices appeared around his mouth. “Cool.”

I couldn’t go on. I don’t know if it was his smile, or his beautiful dark eyes, or the fact that Lucas Vasco, super tough FBI Special Agent liked to read romance novels. I felt myself melting into a pool of unprofessional goo at his feet.

Maybe it was just the fact that he was talking about…books. Be still my heart.

A sexy guy reading a book only makes the sexy guy sexier, in my humble opinion. What about you? What kinds of books does your idea of a sexy man read? Thrillers? Romance? Everything and anything? Come on, spill! Inquiring minds want to know.

Hold Me
Available now from Carina Press, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Books On Board,
and anywhere fine ebooks are sold.

Katie McCabe’s life is going nowhere fast when FBI Special Agent Lucas Vasco jumps into her car at an intersection. Luc, his undercover guise blown, is on the run from the Mafia and expects to be killed at any moment. What he doesn’t plan on is finding himself attracted to the firecracker beside him. He feels compelled to protect her when her life is threatened, and insists she stay with him for her own safety.

After learning she has become the target of a psychotic hit man, Katie is whisked off to Luc’s house to hide. Once there, she’s shocked to discover that she and Luc have an unexpected connection—a connection Luc already knew existed, but withheld. Will their intense attraction reach flashpoint despite their misunderstandings and the pain of the past?

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Betsy Horvath was raised on MGM musicals, old skool Harlequins, and Nancy Drew, so it should not have come as a shock that one day she’d be writing romance novels. The biggest surprise was that it took her so long to actually buckle down and do it.  Hold Me is her debut romantic suspense novel. You can usually find Betsy wasting time on her websiteFacebook, Google+, or Twitter.

Photo Friday: Me, @NaliniSingh, @Kobo & Jennifer Greene

Last week while I was in New Zealand, I had the opportunity to meet a lot of their authors, and they were all amazing, warm and so lovely. Despite the tragedy of the weekend, everyone continued to be welcoming and supportive, and I admired the strength of their friendship and their obvious commitment to one another.

While I was there, I snapped a few “bookish” pictures. On Saturday morning, I had a pitch appointment with an author who came to the appointment prepared with a folder binder. In the pocket of the folder she’d stashed her Kobo. And being a very smart author, the cover that was the screensaver on her Kobo (the Kobo uses the cover of the last book open as the screensaver) was…a Carina Press book. Of course it caught my attention and we had to talk about both her Kobo and the Jennifer Greene books she’s read. Such a great in at a pitch!

Saturday night was the award dinner (where I got to present an award, so fun!) and gorgeous bestselling author for both Harlequin and Berkley, Nalini Singh, was wearing this incredible sari. I just had to have my picture taken with her. Isn’t she beautiful?

Have You Ignored an Important Call?

Take that call next time.

Telemarketers always bug me during my writing time – afternoonish when my kids are sleeping. One or two a da. You’d think I was rich.

November 4th I sat down to write a particularly difficult scene and my phone rang. I glared at the offending buzz and shook my head.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. I groaned and answered. “Hello?”

“Is Bonnie Paulson available?” Super sweet voice which makes it even harder to say “no, not interested”.

“This is.” Mama taught me manners and I use ‘em.

“Hi, Bonnie. This is Angela James from Carina Press. I’m calling about the manuscript you submitted.” At this point, my eyebrows scrunched together. Had I done something wrong?  I’d never heard of an editor calling an author. Maybe I’d offended someone. Still wasn’t 100% certain she wasn’t a telemarketer.

But Ms. James continued on and I realized she was offering me a contract. I’d said “Uh hunh” to her comments and she paused, asking if I had any questions so far.

My response? Yeah, she tweeted about it. I said, “I think I’m gonna throw up.”

And you know what? I didn’t, but that sense of surreality hasn’t left.

Mallory Braus proved to be as sweet and romantic-at-heart as Breathe Again needed.

Angela James has been more than accessible and supportive at every turn – even when I sent her interview questions for my own blog that were less than professional.

My cover artist took my breath away.

The copy editor made me smile and taught me a thing or three.

But Mallory worked my story over and in my developmental edits she made a suggestion that, as I worked it out, brought me to tears. I finished the scene sobbing, closed my laptop and looked around. The only think I wanted to do involved an empty wineglass (I don’t drink), a fireplace (green of course) and me looking for tissues around the apartment/house.

Mallory and the Carina Press team made me feel like Joan Wilder discovering my stories all over again.

Here’s a favorite part of mine from Breathe Again.

How could one man be sweet and genuine while the other lacked all sense of manners? Maybe the brute was raised on a farm where he never had the opportunity to see normal people and acted like a bull because he was raised among the cows. Maybe my sheep reference hadn’t been far off… Shampoo bubbles filled my hair and a chuckle escaped at the thought of Brodan in denim overalls slinging muck.

Ryan, on the other hand, seemed smooth and courteous, fun even. He’d made me laugh and that hadn’t happened in a long time.

But if I could put Ryan’s personality into Brodan’s body, it might have been just what I would be looking for, or not looking for, since the idea was strictly shower thinking. I’d gotten in trouble before, pursuing thoughts generated in the shower.

I lathered my body, trying to push the images of the men from my head. Aided by my hunger, I switched easily to considering menu items, with thoughts of pancakes smothered in syrup and crisp sizzling bacon ruling my mind.

By the time I finished washing, my stomach growled in earnest. I wouldn’t make it another two hours. Rather I left for the 24-hour one-stop shop ten minutes farther.

Beside my adorable VW van, blue with a white top from the early 70s, I drew in a deep breath. I loved when the rest of the world slept and it felt like I was the only one awake. Opening my door, I tossed my purse onto the seat beside the driver’s side. Before I climbed in, the blue paint glinted, reminding me of Brodan….

Dang. I’d have to retrain my attraction guide. The man’s similarities to Dean should have been the only repellent I needed. Add his rudeness and the fact we couldn’t be in the same room together, I should feel nauseated just thinking of him. Get him out of your head, Maggie.

I wrote Breathe Again while I was pregnant and you’ll notice I involve food a lot in my story. I’d write about the lasagna (recipe to follow) Maggie makes for Brodan and of course, finished the scene and had to make some. I ate most of it – much to my Hubs distress.

I drew my husband in with this recipe I developed – my own personal creation. You can find it at the bottom of this post. Maybe make it for you and your *wink* friend or eat it while you read Breathe Again.

Breathe Again Cover
Don’t you love this cover? Maggie leans against Brodan. The skyline reminds me of a Montana sunset. Carina Press artists captured the mood perfectly. I literally gasped when I saw it – and teared up.

I hope you enjoy Breath Again. Another book I would direct you do – well, two actually – Craving Perfect by Liz Fichera and Endless Night by Maureen A. Miller OH and Man Law by Adrienne Giordanno, so three.

They capture the essence of what Carina has to offer – exceptional authors with a phenomenal team backing them. Harlequin is so awesome I used superlatives that aren’t slang.

Knock-Your-Socks-Off Lasagna OR Dip-It Lasagna

  • Sauce Ingredients: One large can of tomato sauce, 1 large can diced tomatoes, 1 TB of minced garlic (with oil), chopped onions, italian sausage, 2 TB dry/fresh parsley, 2 TB sugar, 1 – 2 TB salt with pepper:
  • Everything but the sauce and diced tomatoes brown in a pan keeping the sausage oil. Add the tomato sauce and tomatoes. Simmer until the rest of the ingredients are ready.
  • Cheese ingredients: One small ricotta cheese, one medium cottage cheese, 2 cups mozzarella grated, garlic salt (about 1 TB).
  • Mix all and set aside to be layered.
  • Layering ingredients: Fresh spinach, fresh sliced mushrooms, sliced olives, anything else you like in your lasagna – like noodles – but don’t prepare too many, this is a less-pasta-more-fun-stuff dish.
  • Start your layers. Best to start with something like mushrooms then top with pasta, sauce then cheese. Next, olives, spinach, pasta, sauce then cheese. You should have a fairly thick dish with few layers. Cheese tops it and you’ll cook it in your pan (whatever kind you love) at 350 F for 30 to 40 minutes. This is SLOPPY and great to dip your garlic bread in. I love garlic.
  • Also, play with this recipe. You can’t ruin it because it’s a subjective dish. Like it sweeter? Add more sugar. More noodles? Add more. The sauce and the bread is the only reason I make it.

Bonnie R. Paulson

Enjoy and please! Please! Please! email me and let me know how you liked it! bonnierpaulson@gmail.com

Come find me on Twitter – @bonnierpaulson

And my blog: www.bonnierpaulson.com

I’m offering a $10 gift card to a randomly selected commenter on today’s post. To another a copy of BREATHE AGAIN – Woot!

I’d like to know who has supported you throughout your life? It’s all about people and the roles they play to our hearts. Maggie and Brodan help the other heal… Who do you have? This is your “I’d like to thank the Academy” moment. What would you say?

Oh, sorry? Did you say you wanted to know how you can purchase Breathe Again?

Carina Press (of course!), Amazon, Nook,Lybrary.com.

Photo Friday: Write for Carina, go to the Harlequin Party!

Last week was RWA 2011 in New York City (was it just last week? It already feels like a lifetime ago!) So of course photo Friday has to be a pic from RWA. To see more pictures of Carina Press authors and Harlequin fun, visit the Carina Press Flickr group. As of this morning, there are over 100 photos added, and more coming every day!

This is a picture of the big screen at the Harlequin party, taken by Carina Press author Shelli Stevens. As you go in, you can get your picture taken (more than once!) and it gets flashed on these screens, which are on either side of the dance floor. It’s a lot of fun. And to all of you who asked, yes, if you write for Carina, you get an invite to the Harlequin party. Even if you’ve written just a novella ;)

Pictured here from left to right: Spice Briefs author Crystal Jordan, and Carina Press authors Shelli Stevens and Karen Erickson. Aren’t they pretty?

(This could be you next year in Anaheim, start writing and get those books submitted to Carina for your invite to the Harlequin party. Heh.)

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The Kowalskis are back!

That seems like a very guy sort of thing.” — Jane from DearAuthor.com in her review of Yours To Keep.

I’ve been asked a time or two if the Kowalski guys are inspired by men I know and…yes. Yes, they are. Now, before you single ladies start Mapquesting my town and packing your bags, let me say I don’t know any smoking-hot, six-foot-tall guys with pretty blue eyes and killer dimples. (Well, Joe and Kevin got the killer dimples. Poor Sean has had to make it through life without them.)

But, though they’re wrapped up in romance hero outer packaging, the hearts and souls of the Kowalski guys are definitely inspired by men I know. Strong men who hate riding shotgun, work hard, play hard, take care of their families, love their children without reservation and show their affection for other men by insulting the crap out of them. You know…guy stuff.

My favorite part of writing the Kowalski family series has been writing the guy sorts of things. I loved the relationships between Joe, Kevin and Mike in the first two books (along with Evan, their brother-in-law), and Sean (whom one reader referred to as “such a guy”) fit right in. Not only is he close to his cousins but, having lost his parents, I’m particularly fond of his relationship with his Uncle Leo and Aunt Mary. I think all of the Kowalski guys in general have two of the traits that first attracted me to my husband—they don’t take any crap and they love to laugh—but Sean seems to have gotten an extra helping to make up for the lack of dimples.

So, I’m curious: what’s the personality trait that attracts you to somebody the most? His or her loyalty? Sense of humor? Intelligence?

Shannon Stacey has written romances in a variety of subgenres, but they all have one thing in common—a happily ever after is guaranteed. She can be found blogging (almost) daily on her website, www.shannonstacey.com and is often spotted running amok on Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, Goodreads and the eHarlequin.com community. Her current release, Yours To Keep, is available now from Carina Press.