Here lies your book boyfriend…naked.

Had an interesting conversation with a recent romance convert. She favors good old fashioned Harlequins, which I started reading at like, age 13 (shhh!!) and still love dearly (Robyn Donald emailed me not too long ago!), but she recently discovered erotica: the Jaid Blacks, Lori Fosters and Susan Johnsons of the genre. She likes the freedom…

So I just came from seeing Transformers 3. It was a good time. I love war movies. One, America almost always wins, two, they’re full of buff beautiful men shooting guns and throwing themselves head first into danger to save the girl. Three, they’re full of emotion and daring and…

I figured something out the other day: I get sick when I don’t write. My symptoms are not unlike a grueling bout of PMS: irritability, difficulty concentrating, the usual hormonal issues that crop up when your insides are doing the dance and preparing for cycle’s end. PMS, however, can be…

If you ever doubt the presence of black love. If you are ever discouraged or feelin’ mean or mad ’cause somebody hurt your feelings or let you down, turn on damn near anything by Jill Scott, and be uplifted. Of all the artists that push positivity that I admire for…

…and I love it! Just finished Between Love and Madness, an excerpt from Erica Jong’s new book My Bowl: Real Women Write About Real Sex. It appears in the July issue of Elle, and now I am so looking forward to the book. The excerpt walked that lovely line Jong does…

All self-help fans raise your hands. If you’re anything like me, you’ll take the quizzes in magazines like O and Self, and pay attention to those rather simplistic tally-the-points summations that appear at the end of the article. I took one recently and found that a fear of perfection could be…

…Jennifer Hudson’s new song No One Gonna Love You would be it. I loved it instantly. Her production value has increased ten fold since she first came out, and it wasn’t had to begin with. She’s a stealthy story, for real – a lesson in perseverance, class, talent and self-made success.…

I spent the weekend with my head in several old Jayne Ann Krentz novels. I started stalking her a few weeks ago – stalking meaning reading all of her old work, not hanging out near her home hoping she’ll drop a Kleenex – and while I’ve always been a fan,…

A coworker just asked me if I would ever consider doing something else as a career. My mind immediately traveled to my semi-hidden yen to be a globally read romance novelist, and my answer in my head was an emphatic “Hell yeah!” Of course, like a good little cubicle soldier…

Contents: One Naked Person – I saw that on a t-shirt in the June/July issue of Esquire. Cute, no? Bradley Cooper is on the cover of that issue, and I have to say, he isn’t an actor I follow. The eyes are great, but there’s something about his lips, too…