Kinda blurry, but…

It’s because I’m constantly in motion while speaking. Especially my hands. But I stayed upright and coherent, from all reports.

Thank you again to Third Place Books for a fab signing and to Shelli Stevens for snapping the pic!

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Chatting at Borders True Romance Blog (With a giveaway!)

Happy Black Friday, my lovelies! For those of you wise enough to not be anywhere near the stores or who are in recovery from their l-tryptophan comas and would like nothing more than to just sit and surf the net, please consider making a stop today at the Borders True Romance Blog. I’m over there chatting about romance (natch) and young adult lit and why the two are like chocolate and peanut butter.

I’m also, because it’s the holiday season, giving away a signed copy of STARS. ‘Cause I’m good that way.

Please stop by and chat so I don’t feel like I’m adrift in a sea of Black Friday discount specials and doorbuster deals.

You won’t even have to get out of your jammies.

Cabana Boys after a week’s hiatus, Friday edition+ some release week previews

Yeah, I never got around to it last week.

Um, whoops?

And I could post about the whole James Frey Fiction Play-Doh Factory or whatever the hell he’s calling it, but so many other people have blogged gorgeously about it that I’d be but a drop of water in a very large bucket. Let’s leave it as he’s a monumental cheeseweasel and nowhere near as relevant as he’d like to imagine he is. Cheeseweasel.

And we’re up to Friday nights, primetime, which, for shows I watch, well… there’s really nothing there. Friday tends to be my catch up night. For the next time Friday rolls around, I’ll take a look at shows I don’t watch.

However, the best I can do for this time around is shows I used to watch, once upon a time. Like CSI: NY and Supernatural. This was not such a hardship.

Let’s start with Supernatural. Jensen Ackles with a beard is an adorable thing. And I’m not much of a beard girl (yet I have two guys with them today– both gingery– go figure).

And from what I understand, poor Sam’s had it kind of rough lately, so Jared’s had to bulk up accordingly. Who knew the former stringbean had it in him? I could have easily chosen a far more beefcake-y shot, but something about this one just snagged my attention.

And I follow Misha Collins’ tweets on Twitter. He’s a gorgeously eccentric flake, isn’t he?

On to the CSI: NY guys. As much as I love my procedurals, this one never grabbed me quite as much as I’d hoped. Actually, I’ve given up on the CSI franchise as a whole (because Sara and Grissom just never, ever should have happened. I refuse to acknowledge its existence.)

However, I’ve loved Gary Sinese since the Lt. Dan days. And he continues to be an amazing actor and activist.

The rest of the cast is filled with pretty, like Hill Harper, Eddie Cahill, and Carmine Giovinazzo. (Oh, Carmine– he was totally one of the avatars for a character in Between Here & Gone. I suspect he could do vintage sixties verra well.)

And my personal favorite, AJ Buckley, who plays Adam Ross, a lab tech who is like Spencer Reid’s slightly more hip distant cousin. Irish-born, Canadian-raised, and absolutely adorkable. And the eyes… guh. No, I don’t have a type, not at all.

Starting tomorrow, we will be at T- ONE WEEK from release! Finally. Lots of cool stuff going to be happening. I feel like I’m going to be all over the web with various interviews, so I’ll be keeping those who might be interested updated. There will also be some fun giveaways, since I was lucky enough to score signed books from some exceptionally talented and fabulous authors, including Carrie Ryan, Heather Davis, Inara Scott, Tera Lynn Childs, Holly Cupala, and Eileen Cook.

(I may have others, but I’ll keep those under wraps until they’re set in stone. Translation, I need to trap them and get them to sign the darned books. Stay tuned…)

LOOK!

What just landed on my doorstep!

The actual, honest to Murgatroyd REAL DEAL.

It’s even more gorgeous than I could have imagined. The finish on the cover is a matte black that wraps around to the back cover and on the spine, dead center, is a red rose. It just absolutely glows. If I wasn’t on my way out to dinner, I’d take another picture, so I’ll do that later and add it to this post.

MEEEEEP

Seattle area folks- event tonight!

Tonight I’m participating in my first area event as a Seattle author (hee! I love saying that!) by appearing with 21 other area authors at the SCBWI Western Washington Inside Story.

Inside Story is a twice-a-year party sponsored by SCBWI Western Washington and held at a participating bookstore, in this case, we’re going to be at Park Place Books in Kirkland, and we’ll be talking about the stories behind our stories in front of a lot of librarians, booksellers, and media. Each author is expected to talk for about three minutes about their books and the inspiration behind them and tell a little bit about themselves.

*gulp*

Oy vey.

I have to talk about myself.

For nearly three minutes.

Oy vey.

This is going to be interesting, y’all. I can talk about most anything, but talking about myself? Always an adventure. I never know exactly what to say and I’m always a’feared that I’m going to come off as some big naif. Anyhow, should you happen to be in the neighborhood or feel so inclined to show up, the event begins at 6:30 p.m. at Parkplace Books, 348 Parkplace Center, Kirkland.

And if you can’t make it, don’t sweat it– I have big plans that I’m hoping to be able to share soon.

If I don’t have a nervous breakdown first.

Booklist loves STARS!

And I love Booklist!

From their upcoming November 15th issue:

In a risky career move, ballerina Soledad refuses an offer to join a dance company in order to play the role of Carmen with a Miami-based competitive all-male drum and bugle corp. Although the role and its opportunities are seductive, spending the summer with her new boyfriend, bugle-playing Jonathan, and exploring their fresh, exciting love is equally compelling. As deep as her love is for Jonathan, Soledad finds herself strangely attracted to Taz, a Spanish soccer player—an attraction that threatens not only the couple’s love and trust but their careers as well. Ferrer understands the drive that consumes aspiring artists and athletes, and she conveys this single-minded absorption with charm and intensity. All three teens are likable, even lovable, and readers will empathize with their difficult choices. The story effectively depicts the excitement of performance, the intrigue of one girl traveling among 150 boys, Jonathan and Soledad’s steamy romance, and Taz’s courtly pursuit. Beautifully written, with contemporary characters and an engaging story line, it lacks only the promise of a sequel to make it complete.

I’m all sniffly and stuff, y’all…

Darned allergies.