My book Fiona Love is now for sale in the Amazon Kindle store. It’s $2.99. Here’s a sample: Let the skeptics tell it, Fiona Love was the hot new thing. One of those multi-hyphenates who’d suddenly popped onto the scene and was enjoying a rash of success. It wasn’t true. The media made it seem … Continue reading I’m for Sale!!!
So I went out to a birthday party last night. My friend Shaan was celebrating her fiance’s birthday at a little joint not far from my house. She squealed when I got there, which hurt my ears but made me feel really important, and I was welcomed like an old friend. She introduced me to … Continue reading Unhappily married men who whine are boring
It was because of work. These are both huge stars. They make pots of money. They’re both very attractive, and have ruthlessly parlayed that attractiveness into a hell of a living. Worse, they’ve been stars for years. Neither is new to the game. They’re old hats at the diva thing. Marc is Latin. He’s probably … Continue reading I know why Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony Split
OK. My company has summer hours on Fridays, meaning we can leave work at 1 pm if we’ve finished everything that needs finishing. That never happens for me because I have too much work to do, but it really didn’t happen today because I discovered at the eleventh hour that a triflin’ ass contributor plagarized … Continue reading Triflin’ Ass ‘Writers’ Give Me the Scratch
Watched Imagine Me and You last night starring Matthew Goode. He’s my latest cinematic stalking victim – meaning I’m watching everything netflix offers – may they burn in hell for raising their prices, corporate ghouls – so far I’ve seen Watchmen, Lookout, Brideshead Revisted, South of Grenada, A Single Man etc., and he is stunning. … Continue reading Stalking Matthew Goode
One of my train friends Shaan got engaged. I gushed over the ring and the proposal – he got down on one knee in front of her family – and came in to work with a smile on my face. It’s still there, actually. Our other train friend Damita rolled her eyes at my glee … Continue reading Stealing from Real Life
I’ve been scrapping via email with someone who honestly believes the romance genre has no value, that it debases women and get this, contributes to the degradation of literary genres in general. A, could someone be more pretentious? And B, how could a billion dollar industry be without value?!?!?!? Romance novels are loved by women literally … Continue reading Romance Genre Haters Suck