Friday, September 30, 2005



The new TV season is off and running, and this year I was actually excited about the possibilities. There are fewer reality shows and more dramas, and not just crime show dramas (which I used to be excited about until they created fifty gazillion of them). The big winner on the week, was, no surprise, CSI with 29 million viewers, Desperate Housewives was second with an audience of 28.4 million. Lost came in third at 23.5 million. And everyone's favorite, The Apprentice: Martha Stewart, came in, uh, number 66 with 7.1 million viewers.

7.1 million. The Bigger Loser suffocated her at 7.9 million. Rock Star: INXS drummed her with 7.8 million viewers. Little Joey, still searching for his place in the television universe defriended her with 7.8 million viewers. Heck, even Martha Behind Bars, the made for television movie, locked her up with 7.5 million viewers.

It's a day like this when I know there is a God. He does not make potpourri, he does not arrange flowers, nor does he tell the world how to fold a t-shirt. And mostly, he does not watch The Apprentice: Martha Stewart. (For all you Martha fans, all 7.1 million of you, we'll just agree to disagree.)

And, there was an op-ed piece in the New York Times (apologies if you can't get it, the whole "TimesSelect" thing is really screwy), from Tim O'Reilly, publisher of O'Reilly books (books for the computer geekazoid types). For those of you who don't know, Google has chosen to scan and index millions of books from the five largest library collections in the world, so that people can search and access them from the Internet. The Author's Guide has filed suit saying this is a clear violation of the copyright law. Mr. O'Reilly defends the Google position, but what is alarming is this little quote:

AUTHORS struggle, mostly in vain, against their fated obscurity. According to Nielsen Bookscan, which tracks sales from major booksellers, only 2 percent of the 1.2 million unique titles sold in 2004 had sales of more than 5,000 copies.


That means, there are only 24,000 titles that sold more than 5,000 copies. Now, this is a little scary for me because it illustrates with Danielle Steele clarity the situation in the bookstores with millions of books shelved, and only a few that are actually selling in any quantity that will feed and clothe an author. Appalling! Distressing! Write your Congressman!

However, if we put away the violins, I must celebrate a little "All about Me" moment, because those statistics means I'm in the club. I sell more than 5,000 copies. A good bit more, if I can toot my horn. Yeah, me and Nora, JK, Stephen King, we hang. We're buds. Okay, not so much, but it still makes me feel rather special. It makes me feel wanted and loved and yes, "exclusive." Okay, now must shrink my head down to its normally pea-brain sized….

I had a couple more things to write about, but I'll save them for a rainy day, and it's currently not rainy, just crisp and cool. October is just around the corner, the Yanks and Red Sox are about to slug it out for the chance to extend their season, and the house remodeling project is coming to a close!! Woohoo!!

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Gabaldon and SEP

There's very little meat in this article from the Detroit Free Press but since it's about romance novels, and cliches and journalists run hand in hand through wildflower-strewn fields, usually with ruffled shirts and ripped bodices, this is probably a good thing.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Frenchies for Food!



There was an article I saved from my local paper (it was syndicated from the LA Times) about the use of food in French expressions. After two years of high school French, I can embarrass myself in Paris, just like every other self-respecting American tourist, and the one piece I remember is that mon petit chou is a common endearment, but note that in France, chou is "cabbage." My kids would sock me if I ever called them cabbage.

"Oh, yeah? If I'm cabbage, then you're squash. WAP!"
Fists begin to fly. "Squash me, you broccoli-eater."
And so it goes….

The 2003 "Freedom Fries" fiasco illustrates the cultural divide between America and France when it comes to eating, and below are some other little "gastronomic gems" that further hammer home the point.

Je pourrais manger un curé frotté d'ail. The literal translation: I could eat a parish priest rubbed with garlic. Meaning: I could eat a horse.

Elle travaille de la cafetière. The literal translation: She's working from her coffeepot. Meaning: She's a bit out of it.

Tu as le cul bordé de nouilles. The literal translation: Your read end is surrounded by noddles. Meaning: You're extremely lucky.

Elle a la banane. The literal translation: She has the banana. Meaning: She's got a big smile (Right. Everyone that believes this, raise your hand.)

Il sucre les fraises. The literal translation: He's sugaring his strawberries. Meaning: He's old and senile, one foot in the grave.

Elle pédale dans la choucroute. The literal translation: She pedals in the sauerkraut. Meaning: She doesn't understand diddly.

La fin des haricots. The literal translation: The end of the string beans. Meaning: The biggest deal possible, in a catastrophic way.

Faire des yeux de merlans frits. The literal translation: Make fried marlin eyes. Meaning: make goo-goo eyes.

And my favorite:

Va donc, grand dependeur d'andouilles! The literal translation: Go ahead, tall, unhooker of sausages! Meaning: Go ahead, you big lug.

Happy Tuesday. And remember, do it today, because tomorrow, the carrots will be cooked.

Monday, September 26, 2005

This just in: Oprah no longer digs dead white guys

World News Today




This post from FishBowlNY cracked me up. In the midst of Hurricane Katrina and Hurricane Rita, Fashion Week had its own "Nostradamus meets Homeland Security" moment. We expected locusts, we got coke. We expected a river of blood, we got falling fashion lights. And through it all, Cosmo's fashion editor managed to crawl from the wreckage, alone in the Brave New World.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

GCC: Confessions of a Super Mom by Melanie Lynne Hauser




The blurb:

For every harried mother who dreams of cleaning with the power of 10,000 Swiffers, putting her children into Super Time Outs with just a flick of her Merciless Gaze, and employing a little Super Eavesdropping when the occasion warrants, CONFESSIONS OF SUPER MOM is a must-read. Filled with romance, intrigue, humor and a colorful cast of characters, this delightful new novel introduces a superhero for the Swiffer generation.

Birdie Lee is an average hard-working single mother of two teenagers, PTA lackey, and mild-mannered grocery clerk at the local Marvel Fine Foods and Beverages. One morning, while getting ready for work, k, Birid is work, Birdie is sidetracked by a stubborn Stain of Unusual Origin on her bathroom floor. Unable to let the stain get the best of her, she tries to annihilate it with every household product she can find –to no avail. Angry, hot, light-headed (and forgetting to turn on the exhaust fan), she makes one final desperate attempt to eradicate this vile, dastardly stain: she loads her Swiffer Wet Jet with every household cleanser she owns, aims, and fires….

And passes out, overcome by the fumes. After regaining consciousness (and reminding herself to scrub the bottom of the toilet since from her perspective — flat on her back — it was looking a little dingy), Birdie realizes something’s amiss. Her ears begin to buzz and her senses are aquiver. Eventually, aided by Martin, her geeky thirteen-year-old son and trusty sidekick, Birdie understands that she now possesses extraordinary powers — superpowers, to be exact. Birdie soon learns, however, that, to quote Spiderman, with great power comes great responsibility and she finds herself struggling to balance a new onslaught of challenges, both at home and in her community. While trying to keep her distant 15-year-old daughter’s heart from being broken (something not even a superhero can do), and dealing with her smug ex-husband and his over-achieving new wife, she must manage her job, PTA responsibilities and a budding romance– all the while trying to rescue her beloved town of Astro Park from an evil force that threatens its children.

So forget those chores— pick up CONFESSIONS OF SUPER MOM and relish in a much-deserved escape. This charming novel will keep readers glued to the page as they cheer for Super Mom to root out injustice and surrender herself to love. Readers everywhere will find themselves in its pages and rejoice in finding a book that celebrates their overlooked everyday acts of heroism.

The Praise:

"Like its title character, this debut novel has a secret identity...it's unexpectedly poignant and packs an emotional punch despite the cheery veneer... at the heart of this story is a narrative about a lonely, wronged woman who just wants to do right by her children and stand up to an uncontrollable world. Hauser slips in soliloquies on motherhood and womanhood that, though brief, are moving, showing us Birdie Lee's heart and in that, the wishes and dreams of super moms everywhere. "
--Publishers Weekly

"Forget the laundry, forget the dishes. Escape into the world of Super Mom for a few hours...you'll be glad you did. Melanie Lynne Hauser's quirky characters sparkle brightly as a newly Swiffered floor, and her writing shines like freshly polished glass."
—Meg Cabot, author of The Princess Diaries and Every Boy's Got One

CHOSEN AS A LITERARY GUILD NOVEMBER SELECTION

The Blog:

www.melanielynnehauser.com

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

A dubious plot of esquivalience intent

As a subversive word lover, I got a kick out this story on the New Oxford American dictionary in the Chicago Tribune, and am determined to use esquivalience in a future book, although esquiver is a cool one as well.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Pretty in Pink

The NY Post had an article about New York being lit up in pink in support of the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation. The Empire State Building, the Lincoln Center, the Time Warner Center, and the Woolworth Building (Harlequin's NY home) will all be lit up tonight to generate awareness.

What a lot of non-NYers don't realize is that the Empire State Building is lit up differently every not and usually it's for a good cause. The history of the colors is listed here . Anyway, I just wanted to share because I think it's fascinating, which is why you'll find the reference to it in Diva's Guide.

I usually try and write while my kids are in school, but yesterday I wrote several pages in long-hand and had to transcribe them into my computer after the kids were home. So I'm sitting on my bed and typing away while the kids came in every five minutes. "Mom, I'm hungry," "Mom, is it okay if I eat this?," "Mom, she won't share her computer with me." Now, this is normal operating procedure at our household, which I why I try to quit writing when the kids get home. So, if it's normal, then why was yesterday so different? Because I was transcribing a s-e-x scene and the constant, Mohomwails were killing any possible magic that might have occurred. Sigh.

Most romance authors would like you to believe that there is a great altar that they kneel before and the goddess of good writing comes down, and the words magically appear on the page, like in a Harry Potter movie. Ha. Truth is, that's not it. In your first romance novel, if you choose to have a love scene (and not all do), it's relatively easy. If, like me, you've read millions of romance novels, you know the drill (metaphorically speaking). You know the code; you know what's what, and most importantly of all, the earth must move.

But, eventually, usually on the second scene you write, the magic disappears. You can't repeat the same exact scene, so you must go to the well (again, metaphorically only) and figure out what these two characters (please God it's only two) would think, do, and say. Not as easy as people think.

Downright difficult, in fact, because in a romance, the love scenes are not about "Insert Tab B in Slot A," but about the sharp jags in emotional feeling that accompany it. These are the high points and low points in a relationship, and to capture it on paper means walking a very fine line. Some writers go purple, and for some writers it works. Some writers go purple, and for some writers, it doesn't work. I don't like the color purple, and I try to go off-kilter. I think too many people have inhibitions about their own emotional and physical nakedness for the color purple. I've written lots of "awkward sex" scenes, usually it's near the black moment in the book. I've written one "the earth definitely DID NOT move" (Touched By Fire). I've written one seventeen page sex scene (The Longest Night), mainly because I got the title before I wrote the book, and so I knew I needed a scene, (and I was very proud of myself because it fit the characters so well).

Sometimes the goddess of good writing does come down and the words just flow, but often the writer has to play voyeur on the minds and bodies of their characters, and it's a very strange, uncomfortable experience. At least for me, anyway. So, next time you read a love scene, do not mock the writer, do not read it aloud as part of a drinking game, some writer, somewhere went to a lot of work to get those words to fit and sound just right. After all, it's about a lot more than just the sex.

Friday, September 16, 2005

Forever Young


Yesterday's NYT has an op-ed piece on the 50 year anniversary of Lolita. Nabokov is one of the 20th century's finest writers, with a writing style that reveals the heart of a poet. The opening paragraphs:

"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lol-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.

Ladies and gentleman of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns."


It's enough to make a writer swoon.

I'm in the midst of reading The Annotated Lolita, mainly because I'm not astute enough to catch all the asides that are scattered through great literature, and also because I'm fascinated by the how of the story, as much as the story itself. Especially when it's something like Lolita, a book scorned by publishers the world over. So many people have scoffed at this book because it's a love story, featuring a pedophile, the most disgusting of all creatures of the world. Yet, like Hannibal Lector, Humbert captures our mind. He's a romantic fool, a poet, and he hates his forbidden feelings for Lolita.

I don't know how many of you watch Law & Order, but there's an episode called "Bodies" that deals with a serial killer, who's killed 14 teenage girls. When greeting the female assist district attorney says: "Serena. Sa. Re. Na."

When I watched that, I instantly thought, "that guy's read Lolita." I bet I'm right.

Lolita is a classic in literature, a book that nearly wasn't published. Yet as I swirl through the pages, lost in the hands of a master, I take my hat off to the French publisher who dared to defy the world.

In an unrelated note, US Weekly's "Hot Stuff" Editor, Timothy McDarrah was arrested for "soliciting a minor for sex on the internet." A 13 year old girl. An older man who welded his unctuous, celebrity-laced prose with grace and a certain "stalk her until she breaks" style. Theirs was a passion forbidden, even by the editors at US Weekly, and mostly by the United States Attorney in the Southern District of New York.

Coincidence? Or one man's desperate attempt to celebrate the 50th anniversary of Lolita in the only way he knew how?

You be the judge.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Watching the Daily show

What is up with Lewis Black's hair? My grandmother had that look, too, usually every Friday after a trip to the beauty shop. He's talking about Darwinism. The hair is destined for extinction.

Stephen Colbert is my hero.

Oh, scary day. A Panel on Evolution. Dr. Larson is pro-evoluation, the token scientist in the crowd. Dr. Dembski is the token Baptist, an IDer (intelligent design). He went to Baptist Seminary, but I swear there was a programmer on my cube row at IBM who looked just like him..... Dr. Crystal is the token woo-woo. Dr. Larson looks like he needs a drink. Stewart asks hard-hitting question to Dr. Dembski. "Why a scrotum?" Dembski (dodging the hanging curveball): Intelligent design is not committed to every aspect of design." I'm waiting for Stewart to pull out the "kabuki dance" soundbite. For those of you who don't watch C-SPAN, the "kabuki dance" is an elaborate Japanese drama with masks, referenced today during today's Senate Supreme Court Hearings. By the Honorable Senator from Delaware, Joe Biden.

On that note, I bid all a soft goodnight, and don't let the kabuki's bite.

What a BARGAIN!

Okay, ladies and gents, listen up, I'm one of the authors who's donating a critique for the Larissa Ione fund. For those of you who don't know, Larissa is a romance writer who lost everything when Hurricane Katrina struck. Not wanting to toot my own horn, (but okay, it's for a great cause, so I will), I do EXCELLENT critiques, with lots of comments on character and motivation. Just ask my critique partners. I swear, you will never hear a word about tenses, POVs, and how "this won't work in a romance novel." And I put in lots of smiley faces as well. Come 'on folks! Dig deep!

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

GCC: Wives and Sisters by Natalie R. Collins



A book from an author who pulls no punches, Natalie R. Collins.

The Blurb:

Set in the closed world of the Mormon Church, a world scrutinized because of the Elizabeth Smart case and covered in nonfiction bestsellers like Secret Ceremonies and Under the Banner of Heaven, WIVES AND SISTERS is the gripping story of a young woman on the run from evil, powerful men. When Lori Hacking disappeared last July, the nationwide spotlight turned to Salt Lake City once again, just as it had with the disappearance of Elizabeth Smart. But tragically, Lori did not come home alive. Lori’s husband, Mark Hacking, pled guilty to the crime. Although written well before the Hacking case became know, Collins’s WIVES AND SISTERS portrays a world eerily similar to that of Mark Hacking. The parallels between the deception Mark Hacking built around his education and the lies perpetrated by the character Mark in WIVES AND SISTERS are uncanny, right down to the same first name.

WIVES AND SISTERS opens with a look back at the sudden disappearance of Allison Jensen’s best friend, who was kidnapped while playing in the woods near home. One moment her friend was beside her; then she was gone. When no leads emerged, she was given up for dead. Now, years later, trying to fill in the gaps of a patchwork memory, Allison still gets no answers from the Mormon community in which she lives. She is stuck in a world where she does not fit with a father who tyrannizes and torments heras the self-appointed messenger of God. Why is she being fed half-truths? When a brutal attack makes her desperate to escape Mormon bonds, Allison finds herself on a collision course with community leaders as they cover up the steps of a sexual predator.

Like Mark Hacking, Collins’ character Mark Peterson is trying to live a life of impeccable standards, dictated by Mormon tenets, and when he fails, the consequences are deadly, as he will do almost anything to protect his standing in the community of Saints. Allison is determined to bring Mark and those who didn’t stop him to justice, before they stop her from piecing together the tragic past that has haunted her for so many years.

The Praise:

“It's a white-knuckles ride all the way. Expert depiction of a young woman's struggle with the oppressive "family values" of one kind of fundamentalism. Newcomer Collins is a talent to watch."--Kirkus Reviews

“Startling and compelling--I could not stop turning the pages. Natalie Collins weaves an absolutely riveting tale."-- Tess Gerritsen, New York Times bestselling author of The Sinner

“A dark, powerful debut novel. Natalie Collins pulls no emotional punches crafting this searing tale of one woman's search for justice.” ---Lisa Gardner, New York Times bestselling author of The Killing Hour

Why I Love My Alma Mater


Yes, I'm an aggie. I went to Texas A&M. Stop with the Aggie Jokes already. I'm going to include the text of an email in its entirty from the Robert Gates, President of the University.

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Any Aggie of any age who believes the Spirit of Texas A&M is waning should have been at Reed Arena over the past three days.

Under an agreement with local government officials, Texas A&M has made Reed Arena available as a temporary shelter for a little over two hundred or so evacuees from New Orleans through September 9th.
Probably like many parents and others, I was deeply concerned about security given what we all had read about violence in New Orleans. I only agreed to the use of Reed after being assured that the evacuees would be vetted, processed and security wanded at a facility elsewhere in Brazos County, wanded again upon arrival at Reed, and that University police and other security would be present at all times at Reed. Students who park at Reed Arena (mostly freshmen) will be parking elsewhere on campus for the week. The evacuees are escorted by
non-students wherever they go.

I asked the Commandant of the Corps of Cadets, Lt. General John Van Alstyne, to take charge of this endeavor, in no small part because one of his last responsibilities at the Pentagon was taking care of displaced military families after 9/11. I also wanted a no-nonsense person in charge. He has told me that he is quite comfortable with the security arrangements. Either he or his chief of staff are at Reed 24/7.

Now to the best part. With little advance notice, Aggies sprang into action last Friday. The Corps of Cadets was asked on Friday afternoon to set up several hundred beds on the floor of Reed Arena; to help establish a structure for processing the evacuees; to make arrangements for them to shower and get new clothes; to help develop a process for medical checks; and so on. (Contrary to some rumors, the Corps was never asked or expected to provide security.) Lt. General Van Alstyne asked the Corps Commander, Matt Ockwood, for 300 volunteers to do these tasks. 900 cadets volunteered, and Reed Arena was ready after the cadets worked all night.

The first evacuees began to arrive around midnight Saturday. They had boarded busses in New Orleans that morning, had been driven to Dallas and then finally to College Station - all in one day. Of the more than 200 arrivals, most were families, including some 40 children and a number of elderly. They arrived exhausted, dirty, hungry and many in despair.

They then encountered an Aggie miracle. Clean beds (not cots but surplus beds from a refurbished Corps dorm), showers, hot food, medical treatment, baby supplies for mothers, toys for children and more. But most of all, what they encountered were a couple of hundred compassionate, caring Aggie cadets and other volunteers. The cadets escorted them to their assigned beds, and not only saw to their individual needs, but sat on the side of their beds with them, talked with them - treated them like they were a member of the family. The cadets made them feel welcome and cared about.

Sunday, when I visited Reed, I learned that the women of the Aggie Dance Team had organized and were running a distribution center for pillows, towels, bedding, personal hygiene kits, baby food, diapers and much more; that sorority women were running a child care facility for dozens of children, well supplied with toys, juice, coloring books and cartoon videos; and that plans were under way for other student leaders and students to replace the cadets, some of whom had been at Reed for more than 50 hours. Plans were underway for some of our athletes (and
escorts) to take some of the evacuee boys ages 10-16 to the Rec Center to shoot hoops - boys perhaps including one I met who had treaded water under a bridge for 11 hours before being rescued by a helicopter.
There is a communications room where the evacuees can use both telephone and internet to try to reach relatives and friends. The Red Cross, United Way, and other community organizations are right there on the Arena floor, and the Salvation Army is serving three meals a day.
Escorted trips are being organized throughout the day to laundromats and stores. Area physicians, supplemented by the Aggie Care Team and the Health Science Center are available. Being treated with dignity, respect and compassion, our guests have responded accordingly.

Many other Aggie students are involved in the relief effort on campus, in the local community, and at our Galveston campus. Sunday afternoon, students organized a massive collection effort to gather canned food and clothes as part of the MSC's Open House. Student Government, led by Student Body President Jim Carlson, is planning other relief- associated activities, including helping organize more volunteers to work at Reed Arena the rest of this week.

By agreement with Brazos county officials, Reed Arena is a temporary location for these evacuees, and during this week, we are assured that most, if not all, of the evacuees will move to longer-term housing.

Aggies need to know that the past few days have been a high point in the history of Texas A&M as we have responded to this terrible disaster named Katrina. Seeing the desire to serve, the organizational skill, the willingness to work, the caring and compassion, and more, on the part of the Corps of Cadets, the Dance Team, the sororities and so many other students who have worked incredibly long hours - has been a profoundly moving experience. I do not know a single University official who, having watched our students over the past three days, does not choke up with emotion out of pride in these amazing young people.

And it's not just the students who have been amazing. It is also our staff, including those who today began admitting and helping up to 1,000 students displaced by the Hurricane. Faculty and administrators have volunteered as well, and also put in long hours to ensure that these displaced students can be processed into Texas A&M and their classes with speed and efficiency. I visited the processing center this morning and met many of the parents and students; I know now that they will never forget our generosity and warm welcome to Aggieland.

Aggies often speak of "the other education" here. My original intent had been to keep the evacuees entirely isolated from our students.
Once assured of the safety of the students, that would have been the wrong decision. I have no doubt that the Aggie students who are participating in this extraordinary humanitarian endeavor will never forget it -- or what they are learning from it about crisis management and, far more importantly, about their own humanity and character. Nor do I doubt that the evacuees, all of whom are now wearing Texas A&M t- shirts, will always remember how these young people treated them and cared for them.

The hearts of every Aggie should swell with pride in what this University is doing for fellow Americans in trouble, and especially in what our students and staff are doing, to help those devastated by Hurricane Katrina. I thanked a University policeman inside Reed yesterday for what he was doing, and he looked at me with tears in his eyes and replied, "It's an honor to be here, sir."


Robert M. Gates
President, Texas A&M University

Sometimes You Feel Like a Snark...


Sometimes you don't.

Haven't felt much like being funny this past week. Apologies. However, then you read something that helps you put it all into perspective. There's a new book being released, "The Journey That Saved Curious George: The True Wartime Escape of Margret and H. A. Rey" by Louise Borden. Unbeknownst to millions of adoring Curious George fans, the Reys were Jewish émigrés from Paris during World War II. The summer prior to the publication of the first adventure of Curious George, they found themselves peddling on bicycles to escape from the Nazi occupation of France. Such an interesting contrast. An innocent, adventurous monkey against the backdrop of genocide.

Writers have to write no matter the world events. Laughter against tears. Sentimentality against cynicism. Romance against war. We can't control many things around us, but as a writer I'm happy to say that I can make a difference to my readers.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Introducing a Very Special author


I get the priviledge of reading some books in advance, and one of my favorites is just now hitting the shelves: Exposure by Dee Davis. It's the third in the Last Chance, Inc trilogy, but it's definitely a standalone romantic suspense, so you don't have to worry about reading out of order.

From the back cover:

British special agent Nigel Ferris has devoted his life to working covert operations, and avoiding relationships. Until he’s called upon to help foil an International terrorist plot, and comes face to face with the one woman who ever came close to scaling his emotional walls.

Photojournalist Melissa Pope knows that the intelligence she’s been gathering is invaluable – so much so that someone’s willing to kill to her for it. But the man assigned by Last Chance to protect her is another kind of threat altogether…

Drawn into the heart of a dangerous game of International intrigue Melissa and Nigel are soon fighting for their lives… and for the chance to explore the long-denied passion that still burns between them.


I had the chance to ask Dee some questions, and here's what she said:

Kathleen: Last chance, Inc is such a cool concept for a law-enforcement organization. Where did you get the idea to merge the politics with the law?

Dee: My degree is actually in Political Science (a Masters in Public Administration) so I think I just tend automatically to think in governmental terms.

Kathleen: What's the best piece of advice you can give a new writer?

Dee: Write something everyday. Remember that getting published takes commitment and hard work. Treat writing as a career. Listen to your heart. Learn everything you can about the business. Join a writers' association. Believe in yourself. Be open to criticism. Write what you love. Remember that dreams can come true.

Kathleen: I know you just came back from vacation. Read any cool books you'd like to recommend?

Dee: Yes. Finally read The Devil Wears Prada. Great book. Can see why it was a best seller. Also read Michael Crichton’s newest State of Fear. Definitely haunts you afterwards! And I read Brilliant, set in England about a woman who is a jewel thief. Very good. Was really nice to have the chance to just read.

Kathleen: Out of beginning, middle, and ends, which part of the book is easiest for you, and which is hardest? Or is it completely random for you?

Dee: It varies with the book of course, but I’d say honestly the middle is always the hardest for me. Trying to figure out exactly how to get where I’m going and to make certain I provide the right amount of information for the reader along the way.

Kathleen: If you could pick any career besides writing, what would you be?

Dee: I’d love to be an actress, or maybe own a winery. And I’ve always wanted to work in the White House.

Kathleen: (Trust me when I say that if Dee ran the White House, there'd be no national deficit, the war in Iraq would be over, the victims of katrina would all have homes, and she'd STILL be writing great stories. George Bush or Bill Clinton have NOTHING on Dee Davis.) You have such a great drive, what do you use for motivation, or do you need no encouragement to sit down at the computer and start working?

Dee: I think it’s that good old work ethic thing. I feel an obligation to my readers, to my editor, to my family, and to myself. That really helps get me in the chair working. Also I think story telling is a compelling thing. You can’t stop yourself.

Kathleen: Tell us what we can expect next from you?

Dee: My next romantic suspense EYE OF THE STORM will be out next June. It’s about a woman with a past that comes back to threaten her and the people she loves. I also have a totally different kind of book coming out early in 2007. A MATCH MADE ON MADISON is about a matchmaker in New York city and a bet she makes with a colleague that has the potential to impact her life in ways she can’t even imagine.