Author: christina

I just wanted to share this video, with me talking a little bit about A Crazy Little Thing Called Love, in advance of the release of the spin off book, Didn't Mean To Love You. Also, I've been nominated for an award!  Best New Author, in the Building Relationships Around Books bookclub.  If you'd like to, you can vote for me or any of the other fabulous authors here.  You don't have to sign up for anything, give your email, anything like that, but I would certainly appreciate the votes! Coming next Friday, October 24th! Vivienne is one of “those” people, the kind that...

So, I'm a big fan of Quanie's writing. The first book I read of hers, a romantic comedy (It's Not Easy Being Jazzy) made me laugh, and laugh, and laugh until I cried. And then, I heard she had a new book coming out, and I was like "Yes!". Then, I heard that it was a southern paranormal, and I was like "A WHET?!"  No, seriously...

We went to the pumpkin patch on Saturday.  That was planned.  What was NOT planned was waking up to a car that wouldn't start (because I left my keys in the ignition, lights on overnight, shut up), and a husband who was out of town fishing and bbq'ing.  So, the friend that I was supposed to be joining at the pumpkin patch came by, and together (because my husband drives a stick, thank God SHE knew how to actually crank it) we called ourselves jumping my battery. Heh.  Yeah, nothing.  So, she goes back to her house to get her...

So, I spent a bit of time yesterday re-reading my very first project, Love & Other Things, in advance of the release of the follow-up, Nothing But Love, within the next month or so. This project was thirty-eight thousand hard fought words. The beginning of it all, that started without a name. Originally, this story was quite different, but I think that in the end, I pegged down what was right for these characters, and those other stories, other scenes, belong to other characters, who will eventually make themselves known. Anyway, as I read, I found it hard to not pick my own work...

He smelled like coffee. Not the overly diluted, syrupy sweet stuff either. His aroma was smooth, robust, warm, invigorating… real coffee. Even over the floral-perfumed air of my flower shop, his scent prevailed. It was just a whiff at first, when he and his friend walked in, passing me with nods and smiles of acknowledgement while they continued their conversation. Just enough that I thought maybe I’d missed a glimpse of a cup in one of their hands. Now, he was standing close, examining the flower arrangement I’d just finished sprucing to perfection. Beside him, my suddenly nervous hands mutilated a similar...

Heyyyy! It's been a long time since I've done one of these! Let's get right into it! Byron and I are in our house ALONE right now. Alone. Yep! Izzy and Zoe are spending a long weekend with their grandparents, giving Byron and I a little room to breathe. I'm enjoying it (and I know the kids and grands are too) , but...

Carter lifted an eyebrow. his eyes narrowed for a second, and then he shook his head as a smile spread over his face. “First name basis with the owner, huh?” I took a long sip from my coffee before I answered. “Well… I’m on a first name basis with the owner of the barber shop too. So, what are you saying?” “Nope. Try something else,” Carter said, laughing. “You haven’t been to my place three days in a row. What’s up with you and Roman?” “You’re kinda nosey, aren’t you?” “Stop deflecting.” “It’s a valid observation.” Carter lowered his head, looking me right in the eyes....