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Maybe it’s because I’m a perfectionist or maybe it’s because I have proclaimed that I’m writing another humorous romance, but it is taking me forever to crank out COLD FEET FEVER. Trouble is, I want my critique partners to find … Continue reading →

This exclusive interview is conducted by Fur Ball Fever‘s Grace Donnelley, a take-charge kind of gal who runs a Jersey Shore pet-spa. With her eccentric ex-hippie aunt living with her, the last thing Grace needed was more trouble … until … Continue reading →

Excerpt from Fur Ball Fever: Inside the house, an ominous clacking of claws on ceramic tiles preceded an eardrum-bruising, “Woof.” The hollow barking grew in intensity, becoming deep, muscular. Wood shuddered under a solid thud as if the hound of … Continue reading →

If you are loading up your e-reader and crave paranormal romantic suspense, please check out The Jaguar Legacy, where the heroine is experiencing strange panic attacks. Or are they something more? Decide for yourself. She shuddered and started walking again, … Continue reading →

Loading up your new e-reader with books? Love paranormal romance? Adore smokin’ hot heroes? Trying to decide? Have I got the book for you! The hero of The Jaguar Legacy, Scottish archaeologist Alistair Kincaid, is both brilliant and professorial, with … Continue reading →

Excerpt from Fur Ball Fever: Murphy greeted Nick with his usual doggy enthusiasm, while Gracie, on the other hand, shot her nose into the air so his megawatt smile was wasted. She didn’t look the least bit remorseful. Truth be … Continue reading →

Excerpt from Fur Ball Fever: Since Grace didn’t trust herself to speak, she stuck two fingers into the frosting, scooping up as much as possible, and popped the mass of goop into her mouth. Molars tingled, taste buds quivered. When … Continue reading →

My name is Maureen, and I’m a chocoholic. Milk chocolate, dark chocolate, chocolate cake, chocolate cookies, chocolate pie, you get the picture. As a child, I once ate so much chocolate, I … But I digress. Suffice it to say, … Continue reading →

Excerpt from Fur Ball Fever: Wishing her conscience would shut the hell up and leave her in peace, Grace tossed a life jacket over the side. As she slipped a knife into her zippered pocket, she touched the supple leather … Continue reading →

Before you start reading this (substantially) true story, I feel compelled to mention that we writers are a hyper-observant bunch. It’s the cross we have to bear. Snooping, lurking, and eavesdropping–all in the name of information gathering–is a time-honored technique. … Continue reading →