Call Story

So, I was sitting at a tall table in a tiny internet cafe in Arenal, Costa Rica watching a cow cross the road, when Gmail was so kind as to drop an email from my agent, Lauren Abramo, into my Inbox.

[begin complete and utter paraphrase with shameless abuse of poetic license]

ERiCA!!!

I left you messages on all forty-eight of your phones and yet I haven’t heard from you. What could possibly be more important than the super-exciting thing I’m killing myself trying to tell you?? Call me before I shank you!

Love, Lauren

[end complete and utter paraphrase with shameless abuse of poetic license]

Hmmm, I thought to myself. I *could* continue to drowsily stare at the cow crossing the road. Or… I could call my agent.

Seeing as how AT&T charges $2.29 per minute for international calls from Costa Rica [$?#*@!] I fired up my good buddy Skype on my laptop and placed me an international call faster than you can say “VOIP”.

[begin complete and utter paraphrase with shameless abuse of poetic license]

L: Hello?

E: Hey, Lauren, it’s Erica.

L: Hey, Erica! Long time no talk. What’ve you been up to?

E: Oh, you know. Ate some beans and rice. Drank an Imperial. Watched a cow cross the road. You?

L: Oh, you know. Crossed tall buildings in a single bound. Shot spiderwebs out of my wrists. Sold your book.

E: SQUEEE!!!!!

L: SQUEEE!!!!!

E & L: SQUEEE!!!!!

[end complete and utter paraphrase with shameless abuse of poetic license]

There you have it–my two-missed-calls-one-email-one-cow-and-an-emergency-voip-chat call story.

Squeee!!!!!

Special thanks to my uber-massive support group: the Mavens Darcy, Lacey, Carrie, and Jackie, Kel & Manda, Janice, PCubed: Jean, June, Elissa, Cheryl, and Linda, all my TARA sisters, Cheryl, Julie and Virginia for never being too busy to answer my questions, and of course Karen and Diana, whose (utterly perfect) initial reaction was, “I told you so!”

FIRST SALE!!!

Can I get a SQUEEEEEEE?!?!?!

I am pleased, thrilled, utterly apoplectic to announce that my superstar agent Lauren Abramo just sold my superstar Regency-set gothic TOUCHED to Kensington in a two-book deal. Yayayay!!!

It will be arriving at a bookstore near you in the next 18 months. More details to come (including “call story”…)

w00t!

Special thanks to my uber-massive support group: the Mavens Darcy, Lacey, Carrie, and Jackie, Kel & Manda, Janice, PCubed: Jean, June, Elissa, Cheryl, and Linda, all my TARA sisters, Cheryl, Julie and Virginia for never being too busy to answer my questions, and of course Karen and Diana, whose (utterly perfect) initial reaction was, “I told you so!”

Scream for Me–At Last!

Karen Rose: SCREAM FOR MEAlex Fallon was the one who lived. Then. Thirteen years later, a shocking phone call sends her back to the place she’d hoped to leave forever, to a little girl who needs more than Alex can give, and a town who swallowed her stepsister whole. As the body count rises, so does Alex’s protective instincts–as well as her attraction and respect for the one man who trusts her gut over small-town rumors.

Special Agent Daniel Vartanian’s brother Simon was a remorseless serial killer. Now Simon is dead. When trophy photos from the atrocities in Simon’s past eerily echo a current crime, Daniel is desperate to find and stop the new threat before more people die. People like sensitive, secretive Alex, whose determination to find a little girl’s missing mother–and inexplicable resemblance to a face in one of Simon’s photos–places her in the killer’s sights.

I love the inter-connectedness of the growing romance and gripping suspense in all of Karen Rose’s writing. I also love having connected characters from previous books come to life in a chilling romance of their own. Not only is Scream For Me a keeper, it’s my favorite Karen Rose yet!

The story is fast-paced, exciting, and tightly plotted. I meant to “just read a little” and ended up awake until 3 a.m. because I had to see what happened next. (And then lay awake afterward unable to get the creepy photos and evocative scenes out of my mind!) A great, great read.

Lizard Invasion–Help!!!

This morning I woke up to not one, not two, but three gecko-esque critters hanging out on the magazine basket in the living room. Little lizards are an inescapable part of Florida (and luckily I don’t have a gecko phobia or anything, despite having suffered through an over abundance of Geico commercials) but this spring I am chasing the stupid critters outside several times a day–when I can catch them. Aargh!! Most of my neighbors just shrug and suffer in silence, but not me. Oh no, not me.

One of the lizards’ favorite guerrilla tactics is to camouflage themselves on the steps in front of my door, so that when I arrive at home–especially at night, when it’s too shadowy to tell–they can dart past my feet into my house. Why, lizard gods, why?!

HELP! How do I keep the little buggers from coming inside? And once inside, how do I get them out??