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Friday 30 October 2009

go yankees!

I looove the Yankees.

Have done since I was a kid and all I ever wanted to do was one day see New York. My nickname in high school was, you guessed it, Yankee. It is a deep and abiding, blood-tingly, butterflies in the tummy kind of lurve.

Jeter. Rivera. Pettitte. Mmm, mm, mmm.

My Yankees jersey has come out of the cupboard. My Yankees cap - bought in New York - is on my head as we speak. The NY gold charm my hubby bought me for Christmas one year is on my bedside table (not around my neck as Itty Bitty Girl would have that thing snapped off in a heartbeat!)

My blood's a tingling. The Yankees webpage is open on my computer as much as my own. And oh the pain of not having access to watch a game! I've heard rumours one of the new digital channels on Aussie TV plays the games in the morning, but you try telling Toddler Girl she can't watch Sesame Street. Truly. If you can convince her, I'll pay your ticket over here ;)!

I've been to New York twice, once during a post-season and at the end of our holiday when we were completely broke and coudln't afford the bazillion dollars for a ticket, and once outside of the season proper.

But my time will come. Oh yes, my Yankees and I will be together one day. Okay, that made me sound like a stalker. Strike that, and let's just go with GOOOOO YANKEES!!!!!!


Wednesday 28 October 2009

i heart the "meet-cute", how 'bout you?

Check out the faaabulous I Heart Presents site - the destination for lovers of all things Harlequin Presents - today!

Why? 'Cause I'm bloogging thereupon about the classic Hollywood set-up, the "meet-cute" and how it's just as relevent in romance novels. "What's a meet-cute?" I hear you say. Well, Eli Wallach's character in The Holiday, an old screenwriting ace who befriends Kate Winslet, sum it up thus:

"Say a man and a woman both need something to sleep in and both go to the same men's pajama department. The man says to the salesman Ted, I just need bottoms, and the woman says, I just need a top. They look at each other and that's the meet-cute."

My latest Harlequin Presents, GETTING RED-HOT WITH THE ROGUE, has a "meet-cute" all of it's own. Come over to I Heart Presents, see what it is, and tell us your fave "meet-cute" story!


Tuesday 20 October 2009

meet dylan kelly

I'd like you all to meet Dylan Kelly, the hero of my current novel, GETTING RED-HOT WITH THE ROGUE.

Ah Dylan. What a pleasure he was to get to know. The second son in Brisbane's wealthiest most infamous family. The cheeky, irreverant, ambitious, playboy spare. Oh, was I ever inspired by Mr Brad Pitt. The flat blue stare. The shaggy dark blonde locks. The confident charm. The deep, lazy drawl.

Sound like your cup of tea? Well, here's a little taste...

Finally the crowd cleared, and through the parted waters came a man. Standard light blue shirt. Discreetly striped tie. Dark suit. So far not so much the kind of devil she had in mind.

But the closer she got the more the details came into focus. His suit was tailored precisely to highlight every hard plane of the kind of body that spoke of restrained power, and made walking through big cities at lunchtime a guilty pleasure. His clenched jaw was so sharp it looked to be chiselled from granite. His dark-blonde hair was short, but with just enough scruff to make a girl want to run her fingers through it. Tame it. Tame him.

The thing that trapped her gaze and held it was a pair of hooded blue eyes. She knew they were blue even though she couldn’t actually see them. With all the other inducements he had on show, there was no other colour they’d dare be.

And it was then that she realised they were trained completely on her. Flat, piercing, bewitching baby blue.

And he wasn’t merely looking at her, he was looking into her. Like he was searching for the answer to a question only he knew. Her throat tightened and her mouth felt unnaturally dry, and whatever the question was, the only answer her mind formed was, ‘Yes’.

Boy do I miss this man!

If that cup of tea was to your taste then don't forget...

Australia & NZ and come November through Harlequin Presents across North America. Have you checked out their new Browse the Book feature? Well here 'tis?

Better yet, why wait? Grab a copy today from the
Book Depository - free postage worldwide!!!

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Saturday 17 October 2009

meet wynnie devereaux

I love this girl. From the tip of her favourite sparkly butterfly hairclip, to the edges of her shiny new handcuffs.

Yep handcuffs. 'Cause that's what she's wearing when she and her hero first meet. Handcuffs strapping her to the shiny silver zig zag sculpture outside the mammoth Kelly Tower office building in down town Brisbane.

Wynnie Devereaux is the heroine in my latest release GETTING RED-HOT WITH THE ROGUE. And when I went looking for a gal who represented what I saw of her in my mind, Natalie Portman was so IT. Divinely petite, kind of mysterious, with honest environmental tendancies.

Here's a little bit of getting to know you...

‘You’ve got yourself quite a crowd here,’ Dylan said, loud enough everyone could here.
The cameras and the desperate hush of a dozen journalists reminded her why that was. Wynnie gathered her straying wits, tilted her chin downward, batted her eyelashes for all she was worth, and with a cheery smile said, ‘Haven’t I just?’
The crowd murmured appreciatively. But that wasn’t the thing that made her cheeks feel warm, her belly feel tumbly, and her knees as weak as if she’d been standing there for days. That was purely due to the fresh, devilish glint in Dylan Kelly’s baby blues.
She stood straighter, jerking her arms, twinging her shoulder, and creating enough friction at her itchy wrists she sucked in a breath to stop from wincing. She kept it all together admirably, promising herself an extra twenty minutes meditation on the yoga mat when she got home, as she said, ‘The handcuffs brought them out. But it’s what I have to say that’s keeping them here.’
‘And what’s that?’
Research and appearances backed up the notion that he wasn’t a silly man, but he’d just made a silly move. The first rule in shaping public opinion was never to ask a question you don’t know the answer to.
Buoyed anew, she said, ‘Since you asked, not a moment before you graced us with your presence, we all agreed that you have been acting terribly irresponsibly, and that it’s time you pull up your socks.’
Before she had the chance to provide some beautiful sound bites dripping with the kinds of statistics newspapers loved, Dylan Kelly grabbed a hunk of suit leg, lifted it high to show off a jet black sock and enough tanned, muscular, manly calf to create a tidal wave of trembling through the predominantly female crowd.
Okay, so he wasn’t at all silly. He was very very good. Who knew naked male calf could trump handcuffs?
Dylan took the attention and ran with it, on the face of it focussing back on her but she knew his words were for everyone else. ‘You oughtn’t to believe all you read in the glossy pages. I’m not all bad. My mother taught me to always wear clean socks, and the hideous memory of my father trying to teach me about the birds and the bees when I was twelve years old scared the bejeezers out of me so much it made me the most...responsible man on the planet.’
He may as well have pulled a concertina row of condoms from his pocket as he said it for the feminine trembling turned to almost feverish laughter as the lot of them got lost in thoughts of Dylan’s underwear and what it might be like to be the one for whom he might one day act altogether irresponsibly.
The men in the crowd were no better. She could read them as easily as if they wore flashing signs on their foreheads. They wanted to buy him a beer, and live vicariously through him for as long as he’d let them near.
Unless she pulled a shoe sale sign and a Playboy bunny from somewhere her hands could still reach she might lose them all for good. It was time her press conference was brought to a close.

Okay, so I lied. That was far more about Wynnie's hero than Wynnie herself. But come on, you can't blame me right? If you want to know more about Dylan Kelly, watch this space over the next couple of days. If you can't wait then...

GETTING RED-HOT WITH THE ROGUE is out now in Australia & NZ and come November through Harlequin Presents across North America. Have you checked out their new Browse the Book feature? Well here 'tis?

Better yet, why wait? Grab a copy today from the
Book Depository - free postage worldwide!!!

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Friday 2 October 2009

twinkle twinkle

Toddler Girl did the cutest thing.

Lying back on her change table the only way to keep her from climbing the wall is for me to sing. It keeps her mesmerised as she's at the age where she can say the final word of each line in lots of songs, and when reading her favourite books. She has favourite songs she requests - the "Sesame Street" theme, "Incy Wincy Spider", "The Wheels on the Bus". And "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star".

This time round, I asked her what I should sing and this is what she came out with, complete with matching actions:

Toot toot star
Ooh ah
Upper high
Diamond sky
Toot toot star
Ooh ah

Colour me gobsmacked. An entire song, or her gorgeous version thereof at the very least. It was the most adorable thing I've ever seen.


Thursday 1 October 2009

whatcha doin'? I'm...

WRITING: Rylie & Max, Modern Heat. Oooh do I have a good feeling about this one???

LISTENING TO: Michael Jackson backlist - The Way You Make Me Feel may yet be my latest hero and heroine's song. So why can't I stop replaying PYT??? Ah the memories...

READING: a slew of Modern Heat novels I bought from the Book Depository - free postage worldwide, gotta love that!!! Deep into Kimberly Lang and Robyn Grady right now. Both such strong voices, unique feels. Both utterly delicious. Just the kind of thing this girl loves to read! I have Lucy King's debut next in line. Can't wait!

GLOMMING: Monica McInerney, loved Family Baggage and the Alphabet Sisters.

WATCHING: one episode of Sesame Street over and over and over... Plus getting into new series Glee, Nurse Jackie, and FlashForward. Right there I have my perfect fill of sweet, sour and edge of my seat mystery. I'm set for the summer!

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