It’s my pleasure to tout a fellow Kensington author’s new release. Wow, what a hot cover, Celia!

From the author, Celia May Hart: ONE MORE TIME is out under Kensington’s Aphrodisia line. I was so thrilled when I got the word that I made RT’s Top Pick list! (Romantic Times Bookclub Magazine). Here’s part of the review:

“This scorching roller-coaster of a read is an erotic page-turner. It has romance, intrigue, licentious nobility, a Greek god come to life and an unexpected ending. Feisty Abby and sensual Myles are the perfect couple to surmount the obstacles in their way. This may have been the first book I’ve read by Hart, but it certainly won’t be the last!”
4.5 stars, Bella March, Romantic Times Bookclub Magazine

Yup, a Greek god come to life. It’s quite possibly no secret that I fell for the Greek god, even if he isn’t exactly the good guy. But well, he has his reasons.

What might be a secret is that there’s more paranormal to this book than the heroine’s trip back in time. For some reason, I didn’t want to “spoil” the Greek god’s appearance, but hey, I’m pretty sure that’s him on the cover. (Hard to tell, I don’t think either the hero or the Greek god would bother with a towel.)

Here’s what the back cover blurb says:

“Travel back to a world where lords and ladies ruled the ton by day and wild, wanton abandon ruled them at night…

Abby Deane has no problems piloting a small plane to her new job — until she lands and realizes she has traveled back in time to Regency England. She’s fascinated by everything around her, especially the seductive Myles Hardy. If she can’t get back to her own time, she might as well enjoy the potent sensuality simmering beneath that rock hard body…

Myles Hardy can’t take his eyes off the mysterious and alluring woman who’s suddenly appeared in front of him. Miss Abby Deane talks of the future, but it is pleasuring her here and now that most intrigues him. And her bag of sensual delights holds the key to revealing her most secret desires and forbidden fantasies…”

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I’m so sorry I haven’t posted anything lately, but my mother was in critical condition the past week, so I, for the most part, stayed by her bedside. I believe I’ve found a new definition of exhaustion married to worry.

Mom passed on the evening of 11-15-07, peacefully which was a blessing for her, and to those of us left behind. She was so much more than a mom to me: she loved to brainstorm ideas, loved to dig into a first draft, and loved the written word. But above all, she was my best friend.

I’ve no doubt she will be sadly missed for a very very long. Some shoes can’t easily be filled, even if they are small ones.

Rest in peace at last, dear Mama. Rest in peace.

I’ve found myself singing Carrie Underwood’s latest hit, Love Is All That Matters. The overall message is uplifting, but I keep getting drawn back to one line — “Sometimes, that mountain you’ve been climbing, is just a grain of sand…”

That rings so true to me, and reminds me of a favorite saw of my dad’s — don’t make mountains out of molehills. Yes, he told me that many times, and though the lesson stuck, I’ll admit there have been instances where I perceived things to be bigger, or badder, than they were. It’s part of human nature.

Those seemingly insurmountable odds are a wonderful vehicle in fiction, but they can be a defeating one if you’re on the creative edge and the sand starts piling up. Sometimes it’s hard to tell at first (or second or fifth) glance the scope of our particular challange. Like a sandstorm, the true picture can be obscured.

I see people as bits of sand, being blown by life over the dunes of time to mound or drift on. Some grains find purchase and welcome others to pile up on them, creating a refuge–their own mountain of support. Others never find a place to rest, and are soon worn down to dust.

Our very lives sift through a miniscule hole in the hourglass of the world, marking our days, minutes, seconds. That’s never been more obvious to me than now when my mom is battling a terrible illness.

We need to make the most of life. Now. And we need to stop looking at those molehills as insurmountable obstacles, or we’ll never stand a chance when we do face that mountain.

So I’m ignoring the Mt. Impossibles and focusing on the things I can control, like writing another historical novel, and going over my final copy edits for One Real Man.

Life. You should love it to live it to its fullest. 😉

I’m guest blogging about guest ranches over at Petticoats and Pistols on Saturday, Nov. 3. I used a guest ranch as the setting for my April 08 release, One Real Man. Drop by and say hi. I’m giving away an autographed copy of One Real Cowboy to one commenter.

And in case you’re wondering–Griffin’s Lair is done and off to editors today. My progress meter is caught in the NANO writing crunch, but GL IS done, but I couldn’t update my progress meter.