I’ll admit, I’m always late finding the good stuff. Doesn’t matter if it’s a great sale at Walmart; I won’t hear about it until a week later when a friend shows me some great deal she found. Same with TV shows. I didn’t find Buffy until season 5—which explains why I’m still a staunch Spike girl. Well, it’s Season 4 of the TV show Supernatural, and I just “found” it. I TIVO’d one show and was hooked. But I’m having a hard time choosing my favorite hunk—Sam or Dean?

If you’ve never seen the show, take a look at the two lead actors. Serious beefcake, here. Dean’s the bad boy (he’s been to Hell and back) and Sam’s the adorably earnest one (with a big bad secret).

I have a brand-spanking-new interview at Fallen Angels Reviews. Check it out! I’d love to hear your comments. Interview Link

…I hope you all got a good night’s sleep. I was keyed up all night and got a lot of housecleaning done after the announcement. However you voted, we should all be hopeful for the future. Isn’t it a blessing that we get a chance to wipe the slate clean every four years and try again?

So, with a shiny desk and lighter heart I have a question for you. Yeah, another one of those silly questions just to get a conversation going and learn a little more about each other. Here goes…

Of all the movie characters you have seen, which one do you believe is most like you?

Twenty years ago, I’d have answered instantly, “Private Benjamin.” Everyone who knew me thought of me as that clueless blonde soldier with the big wide eyes. And I have to own up to the fact that I was oblivious to so many dark and dangerous things going on around me that it was a pretty accurate comparison. I saw a movie recently that resonated with the current me. If you haven’t seen it and want to look inside a writer’s very strange mind, watch Emma Thompson in “Stranger than Fiction.” My daughter saw the movie first and made me order it. She told me, “Oh my God mom, she’s soooo you!”

I can’t wait to hear whom you choose!

And the title here is longer than the post. Okay, so I have one more time I’m going to blog about the new books, and it’s today at Access Romance’s All-A-Blog. I’d love to see you there!! ~DD

Please join me at the Aphrodisia Authors website today. Yeah, I’m talking about Down in Texas again, but what the heck? Do you really have anything better to do other than give an author a reason to smile? 😎

The winner of the last 30 Days of Giveaways prize is…Darby! Darby, email me!

Someone who knows I’m into cowboys sent me this joke:

The Zipper

As the bus stopped and it was her turn to get on, she became aware that her skirt was too tight to allow her leg to come up to the height of the first step of the bus.

Slightly embarrassed and with a quick smile to the bus driver, she reached behind her to unzip her skirt a little, thinking that this would give her enough slack to raise her leg . She tried to take the step, only to discover that she couldn’t.

So, a little more embarrassed, she once again reached behind her to unzip her skirt a little more, and for the second time attempted the step.

Once again, much to her chagrin, she could not raise her leg. With a little smile to the driver, she again reached behind to unzip a little more and again was unable to take the step.

About this time, a large Texan who was standing behind her picked her up easily by the waist and placed her gently on the step of the bus.

She went ballistic and turned to the would-be Samaritan and yelled, “How dare you touch my body! I don’t even know who you are!”

The Texan smiled and drawled, “Well, ma’am, normally I would agree with you, but after you unzipped my fly three times, I kinda figured we was friends.”

😆

Progress on Lockdown

If I don’t finish today, I’ll be damn close. The story took some strange turns today. Don’t know whether my editor will let some of it fly, because I’m skirting close to an iffy content issue in one scene. However, the scene made my heart skip a beat and my stomach drop to my toes. Anytime I do that to myself, I know it’s going to get a reaction from a reader. Whether it’s good or bad, sometimes I really don’t care, because I never want to take the safe route if I have a chance to stretch.

Once I make another run through the manuscript to correct typos and smooth the language, I’ll post a little for you to see what I’m doing. Have to admit the sex between the hero and heroine is dayum hawt! ~DD