A Night of Misbehaving is here!

Hello, World!

I'm proud to announce my Indulgence novella, A Night of Misbehaving, is available on Amazon & Barnes&Noble today. Like right now! :) Also, I'm hosting a fabulous release party on FB tonight; you don't wanna miss it! Click here to join us and enter for cool giveaways!

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For just one night, Georgia Taylor wants to

forget about her demanding job and the everyday struggles of being a single mom. Her track record with men is pitiful, but that’s fine because her responsibilities don’t leave room for love anyway. The new online dating site is perfect for what she’s after.

But Georgia’s plans are crushed when Brent Turner, aka Sexy Dad and father of her daughter’s classmate, turns out to be her internet date, therefore, eliminating any possibility for a night without consequences.

All of Brent Turner’s honorable intentions fly out the window when he sees highly strung “Super Mom” waiting for her date at the bar. Determined to win Georgia’s trust and show her a good time, their no-strings evening promises to become so much more…until, that is, she discovers what he's really up to.

Our Trip to Disney World

 

What are your plans for spring break? In order to avoid the crazy airport security lines and drunk college kids in hotel hallways, we decided to push our trip forward, and last week we went to Orlando. Because I’m obviously a very smart person, I didn’t realize my daughter would miss four days from school, and then after one week back at school—BAM!—miss another five because of spring break.

So yeah, even though I’m way behind on my day job and writing, I thought I’d take a minute to stop by and blog. [*whispers so her boss won’t hear*] Productivity, schproductivity, right?

The good news is that we had a fabulous time. My family lives in Brazil and my husband’s family in Switzerland, so rarely these days do we travel somewhere where we don’t get to see any family members. We made a point to go on this little trip with Scarlett before her baby sister or brother comes along. And yeah, I know it’ll be awhile (five months and three days—not that I’m counting or anything), but I wanted to cash in the second-trimester energy boost I’m supposed to experience.

 

I’m sharing some pictures with you, including the one with Pluto. We waited a whole hour in line, in the cold, for a picture with him because Scarlett insisted. Okay, so it came time came to take a picture, and of course she wanted nothing to do with Pluto. I think the picture speaks for itself. :)

 

I hope everyone is having a much more productive day than I am!

Take care,

The Not-So-Secret Falcone Baby

Folks,

I have news! The Not-So-Secret Falcone Baby is coming out in August of 2013! In other words, I’m pregnant. Yes! I was going to stretch this out (and say the scripting took about eighteen months ) but really, that was asking too much. I’ve already waited too long to tell everyone, if you consider how I hyperventilated every time someone asked me how I was doing.

Since I found out, I’ve wanted to tell the world. We’ve been trying for so long (quite different than my other pregnancy), and it’s finally happened.

I just shared the news with my four-year-old daughter today and she’s been excited. Poor thing doesn’t know what’s coming, although she ensured me she won’t be jealous. “The baby will be jealous,” she said. Gotta love a kid with self-confidence.

“When you eat, does the food go down and hit the baby’s head?” she asked.

“No.”

“Does it move away when the food comes?”

“Yes.”

She asked a few more questions about the baby’s daily schedule inside my womb, then went to play Hungry Hippos. J

I’ve already warned my best friends and pre-apologized for my behavior in the upcoming months, so I might as well say the same thing to you. If I start babbling on, going on long rants, or if I turn super sappy, please remember it’ll all come to an end by fall. I hope so, anyway.

Last time I was pregnant, I was so emotional I saw some religious women volunteering at a car wash and holding a sign that read “Honk if you love Jesus,” and I started bawling. I don’t mean a contemplative tear rolled down my heated cheeks; I mean I started to cry out of the blue and had to park the car (away from the car wash, since I didn’t really want to scare anyone else besides the homeless guy I’d already alarmed, causing him to run in the other direction) to calm down.

So… yeah, you’ve been warned. Now, let’s celebrate. Virtual apple cider, anyone?