So. Venice went to Remington. While he was there he got all bankrupted and had to (spoiler alert!) become a man whore, which may or may not have been arranged by Alberta who lives in Vancouver's syphilitic father. And now that she's a 22-year-old spinster, Remington is back to compete for Victoria's hand! Except he's poor now.

Grayson sighed. "What ( Read more... )

The writer of my latest is an insufferable twat and I'd like to stab her fingers with my copyediting pencil. But I won't. Because this is a single title and it's going to earn me a lot of money, unless of course I blind myself before page FOUR HUNDRED AND TEN with said pencil.

(Seriously, it is so, so long it makes me want to scream.)

So this one's a ( Read more... )

Working on a Harlequintrigue murder mystery. Main characters are a jumpy psychic widow and the detective (DETECTIVE MACK STEELE, oh no, I am not kidding, and I don't think Michael Scott wrote this book) who's been in love with her since before her husband died. I'm 50 pages in. They're making out in the front seat of his car.

When she slipped two ( Read more... )

So this is happening. The Outward Bound-with-cows program has headed out on their little character-building cattle drive-incidentally, there's been no explanation of if the juvenile delinquents are paying for this delightful experience, or if this is some sort of New York City taxpayer-funded extravaganza-and right now the hero and heroine are ( Read more... )

The only thing worse than still being in my office right now waiting for soccer copy is having to work on limp drivel like this (BTW, they were in a cave. It was booby-trapped. Now they're trapped in the cave):

"We're making progress." He took the half-empty water bottle from her, uncapped it and took a single swallow. "Maybe by tomorrow we can open ( Read more... )

Okay, this has been nagging at me the whole book. There was a character (a bad guy) named Victor Dago. He got murdered. I know that's a pretty outdated ethnic slur for Italians, but it's been sticking in my head the whole book. And now, after this line-

"Yes, this morning. It took some doing, but I convinced him you weren't here to destroy Firehill  ( Read more... )

It's always kind of awkward when I'm working on a book in my office and I get to the boots-knocking scenes. Why yes, the manuscript in front of me does include the word nipples seven times on this page! Hello, fellow workers at the worldwide leader in sports! Argh.

Today is even more awkward, because this book just fucking sucks so, so hard. And not ( Read more... )

In this world of WTF. Seriously, I have already yelled at this book five or six times and I'm only on page 17. Obviously I'm not getting through 100 pages tonight. So I thought I'd share a few of the things that made me yell, just on this one page.

A little background: Mac has been hired as a bodyguard for Emma and her horse, Navigator, who is a ( Read more... )

It humbles me to say this, but that book is good. Like, really good. Like, I couldn't sleep last night so I got out of bed at one in the morning and did another hour of copyediting because I was enjoying the story. I am suitably chastened and now that I've mentioned it the production manager will send me, like, seven Love Inspireds about Tea ( Read more... )

My friend Jason reminded me yesterday that today it's been three years since we were all laid off. Year one was sad, year two was bitter, but this year I'm just feeling kind of empty about it, albeit quite grateful that I haven't had a stretch of time as unremittingly miserable as February-March 2007 since then. Pretty soon I'll have been away from ( Read more... )