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The Romance Writers of America National Conference has been a seven-year dream for me.
At least seven years. Maybe more, but I lost count.
Seven years ago, after I had published and was trying to get more involved, I joined Romance Writers of America but missed out on the huge national conference they have every year. This one in 2007 was in Dallas, TX, and the only one I felt was attainable to me, since it was in Texas and was within driving distance for me. But I wasn’t able to go, and I’ve been dreaming of it ever since.
RWA is a huge organization of Romance Writers that has local chapters throughout the nation to help writers of the romance genre further their dream and connect with other writers. A huge opportunity for networking and learning. They have chapters relating to the suspense, fantasy, or even inspirational romance genres (and so much more!), and their national conference brings out the big guns.
This conference offers so many opportunities for networking and growing in your career that it is hard when you have to miss it. But, because it is a national organization, the area is different every year.
In 2009, I entered a scholarship that would pay your fees to the conference but you had to write an essay of why you feel you should win.
I won. I never expected that to happen, but was thrilled when I got the call that I won this scholarship sponsored by Teresa Mederios! I had no idea what to expect but boy did I do my research! It was good timing, because my husband and I were able to take off and tour our national city of Washington, D.C. I knew it might be the only time I would ever see the White House, the Lincoln Memorial, and everything else D.C. It was amazing! I crammed everything I could by touring our historic city in between the awesome workshops I didn’t want to miss. I even saw the Hope Diamond, which was a huge inspiration to Burn on the Western Slope, the book I was writing at the time.
We had a blast, and I fell in love with the city and the RWA organization. I can’t travel to all RWA National Conferences, but every year since I have waited and waited for this conference, set in San Antonio. I’m a Texan, and it isn’t anything to travel across the state to a different city. So off I go, and I am absolutely psyched!
This conference does bring about it’s anxieties, though. I have to have the right clothes, so it’s a good excuse to shop, right? And there’s a formal awards ceremony on Saturday night. (I will win one of those one day, LOL!)
I’m so excited! It’s a huge ordeal, something like the Grammy’s for famous celebrities. And for me, maybe more exciting because I know it isn’t something I will always be able to do (when it’s set in locations I can’t go to)! But it’s on my home turf, and I won’t have to worry about what I might be missing (it was hard to go to workshops when there was so much to do and see in D.C!)
Tbe 2009 RWA National Conference set in Washington D.C. changed my life, and I expect 2014 to be the same. I’ve been planning this forever, and I can’t wait to see what might happen. A lot has changed in the industry, and I still have a lot to learn! I’m excited to be involved in something so big and something that is so important to me. I’m glad to have a little bit of an idea what to expect this year. It’s very intimidating, but also very empowering!
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Do YOU Believe in the Pants?
Each summer, thousands secretly flock to a tiny yet charming hole-in-the-wall known as The Happy Pants Café. And what are they searching for? It’s not coffee. And it’s not pants. It’s true love, and they find it!
So what’s with the quirky name and what, exactly, is the café’s big secret? Harper Branton, a columnist for the San Francisco Tribune, who’d sooner believe in unicorns than in true love, is about to find out. And it’s the perfect story to save her train wreck of a career.
Too bad she’s got competition. He’s sexy, he’s arrogant, and he thinks she’s crazy. What kind of person doesn’t believe in love? And this coming from a dude!
When these two rivals go head to head, it’s more like a WWF smackdown. A shared history binds them in wonderful, terrible ways quickly making their duel about more than just a news story. Will they tear each other apart for the win or end up as two new satisfied Happy Pants customers?
For an excerpt, as well as a look at the characters and places from the story, visit the author’s website.
About the Author:
New York Times and USA Today Best Selling Author, Host of The Man Candy Show
When San Francisco native, Mimi Jean, went on an adventure as an exchange student to Mexico City, she never imagined the journey would lead to writing Romance. But one Mexican MBA, one sexy Mexican husband, and two rowdy kids later, Mimi would trade in corporate life for vampires, deities, and snarky humor. She continues to hope that her books will inspire a leather pants comeback (for men) and that she might make you laugh when you need it most. She also enjoys interacting with her fans (especially if they’re batshit crazy). You can always find her chatting away on Facebook, Twitter, or saying many naughty words on her show MAN CANDY on Radioslot.com.
Swept from her perfect paper-doll life in Houston, Olivia finds herself in Chicago, alone, betrayed, and far from home. Ash is the man who has everything—everything except healing from the losses of a lifetime. What happens when the married woman and the sexy handsome widower are thrown together by fate?
Aubree Lane, Early One Morning
Stuck in San Diego, dealing with unreasonable clients and babysitting Marissa’s kids, a jealous Annie Harper catches the red-eye out of LAX wanting to intercept Terence and foil her best friend’s plans. This envious act uncovers a scandalous affair, and in that one pivotal moment, none of their lives would ever be the same.
Jennifer Yarbrough, Lost and Found
A tragic accident changes Olivia Porter’s life in ways no woman should experience. With the help of a friend she tries to pick up the pieces and suddenly Cash Kingston appears giving her one more chance at happiness…will she take the chance or keep hiding from pain?
Diane Rinella, Scary Modsters
While under the influence of insomnia-impaired judgment, Rosalyn summons Rock ‘n Roll deity Peter Lane back from the dead. Not only does he spin her hormones into a frenzy, Peter is also the precarious puzzle piece that brings sense into her world. When Niles learns that he can overcome his life-long challenge by helping Peter avenge his death, how far will he go to secure Rosalyn’s heart?
Kelly Cozzone, Tropical Dreams
Tropical Dreams is a tale of love, murder and conspiracy. Can Tiana Alexander overcome her past to learn to love again? Can David Murphy let go of the demons who haunt him. Can they face the future together or will life finally take its toll and their lives?
Linda Lee Williams, Sisters of the Night
Can there be a happily ever after for Emaline Hoffbrau, Juliana Slater and Gretchen Eberhardt, three modern-day vampire women?
Cherime MacFarlane, Heart of the Hunter
Leda is a teacher just out of school, who has not had time for love. Jay takes her by surprise, a soft spoken slightly broken man who lives with only his dog, for company. Leda sees something in Jay she needs to pursue. She should stay away from Jay. But can she? Who is the hunter and who is the hunted?
Sammie J, Piece of Heaven
Aaron Calnan has seen enough of the horrors of war. Now, Aaron finds himself immersed in a world where humans work within the realms of the paranormal, where Werewolves and Vampires become friends and Fae like to kick your ass. One encounter changes everything and Aaron finds his life turned upside down. Will he finally find his own piece of heaven?
We were very young when we met and started dating, and had a few break-ups in between before our marriage, with a few rocky instances after our marriage. The past twenty years have flown by! It’s hard to believe in another 5 years we’ll be hitting our silver wedding anniversary! And yes, I absolutely do believe we will make it!
The best I advice I have is three things, and no they are not love, honor, and cherish, although I do believe those 3 things go hand in hand with my three. Mine are: Communicate, Respect, Commit.
So Happy Anniversary to my best friend and lover! To celebrate, I want to give away a digital copy of my 2nd novel, Fatal Snag. There’s a wedding, a shoot-out, and a save! Plus, my husband was listed in my thank you acknowledgements, because he has been a huge inspiration to my career.
Comment below to be entered, and tell me why you do or why you don’t believe in love.
I don’t profess to be a relationship expert, but I suppose I’m doing something right. This year will be my twentieth year anniversary. I often say it’s because my husband has a hell of a lot more patience than I do!
Because I have been meaning to write little tips and tricks to help people in a romantic relationship, but I haven’t had time (or energy) to really start, I’ve come up with a new idea. I have created a Pinterest page with tips I’ve found helpful, along with my own ideas from time to time, that I will pin under my Relationships board.
It’s here! The cover to my third and final story in my standalone series, Final Mend. You’ve met Garret and Chayton. Now it’s time to meet Jake.
Blurb:
A recovering alcoholic, Jake Inman has found a new, healthier addiction: training for his successful triathlon career. But when his manager is murdered and beloved goddaughter kidnapped, another obsession takes hold: doing whatever it takes to find Brandon’s killer and keep Amy safe. Jake turns to a private investigator for help in solving the case, and though he finds temptation in her whiskey-colored eyes, he knows he must resist his attraction, or risk losing his heart.
After a devastating case, Winona Wall has turned her back on her skills as a private investigator, preferring a quiet life as a part-time bartender. That is, until Jake storms into the bar, demanding her help in tracking his missing godchild. Unable to resist Jake’s charm, she reluctantly agrees. But even after Amy is found unharmed, Jake insists Amy’s mother was more involved with her kidnapping than the police suspect. When the situation takes a turn for the worse, Winona must trust her instincts in order to save them all – and avoid falling in love.
Excerpt for the suspense lovers:
The Jeep bounced along the road, up steep mountain slopes, as rain fell in sheets. Winona gasped as the Jeep slid through slick channels of mud, but Jake managed to hold it tight. The roads were spongy, absorbing water, then wringing it out in a collection of goo.
She imagined water gushing around her. Imagined falling to their death. Being sucked into the earth by sludge. The sky had turned dark, merciless, and she couldn’t see a damn thing but the Jeep lights soaking an otherwise indistinguishable trail. The wind clamored across the ragtop as if it wasn’t even attached.
“We’re almost there,” Jake had assured her several times as she clenched the grab handle. They had made it past the public roads just fine, and she felt this trail was way worse than he’d described. “It feels worse than it is,” he continued. “I’ve traveled this road hundreds of times.”
“We should wait for backup.” She checked her phone yet again but had no service. She couldn’t call Garret to find out what was going on at his end, and none of her texts was going through. As a private investigator, she’d done many stupid things alone. This ranked top of her list.
She opened the glove compartment. Searched under the seats, behind the seats.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking to see if Chayton has any ammo or guns in his Jeep. Knowing my brother, he doesn’t.”
Her arsenal consisted of the .380 she’d hidden in her pants and the 9mm she kept in her purse. She’d feel much better if she had an assault rifle as backup, or at least her shotgun. Not that she could handle any more than two at a time anyway, if she was lucky to handle more than one.
Jake cracked his knuckles. “The only ammo I need is right here.”
Winona settled in her seat and faced him. He continued to peer out the window as the heavy downpour seemed to crack the Jeep’s ragtop. But the Jeep held steady. “Really, Jake?”
“Yep. That and adrenaline.”
“So your fists, your arms, will help you dodge bullets? You don’t think that whoever we meet at this cabin won’t have their adrenaline? You know we could be heading into a trap, right?”
“You think I care about that right now? All I care about is my little girl.”
“How do we know she’s even there? Lillian could be lying to you. Setting you up. If she had anything to do with
Brandon’s murder, anything at all, then—”
“You didn’t have to come!”
“We can’t just go in there without a plan.”
“I have a plan.”
“We don’t even know who’s there. How many are there. If Amy is even there.”
“I know that cabin like the back of my hand. We’re close, and I’m damn sure not stopping or turning around.”
She squared her shoulders, digging in her purse for the 9mm. She checked the clip and handed it to him.
“Do you at least know how to shoot?”
“Are you kidding me, Winona?”
“No, I’m not kidding you. If it comes down to it, can you shoot a living, breathing human being if he’s threatening your life or those you love?”
“Maybe you’re a tough street chick who carries a couple of guns everywhere she goes. I can picture you with an AK on your back and a belt of bullets strapped around your chest. But I can hold my own. I might not be a cop, but I’m probably a better marksman than most. I was four years old when I shot my dad’s rifle for the first time. I grew up around hunting and fishing, spitting and shooting.”
“Hunting is a lot different than killing a person.”
“And you would know better than me how?”
“Well, I’ve never had to kill anyone. Most of my PI work didn’t involve danger.”
Jake glanced at her. Shadows deepened the hard lines of his face, making him appear lethal. But the last time a friend had helped in an investigation, he’d ended up dead.
In many ways Jake reminded her of Naomi’s ex, Caleb. Caleb had become addicted to alcohol, ruined his relationship with Naomi, and Winona had befriended him when he came to Montana to try to win Naomi back. He was trying to change, trying to get better, when he was shot outside the police station by the cronies who wanted to kill Garret.
Caleb had died because of quick and irrational decisions. At the time, she had been holed up safely with her mother and she knew it was nobody’s fault. But she knew they hadn’t thought things through, and she worried the same thing was about to happen again.
“If my life or the life of anyone I care about is in danger, I will shoot. If you threatened Amy, I’d shoot you.” Jake patted her on the leg before returning his hands to the wheel. “You worry too much. Stop worrying.” He turned off the lights and drove.
“What are you doing?” Winona squinted through the gray. It shouldn’t be dark yet, but the unrelenting skies held the sun hostage.
Jake pulled under a tree and shut off the engine.
“I think it’s best if we walk the rest of the way.”
“Walk? I didn’t exactly bring my hiking gear.”
Jake glanced down at her tennis shoes. “Those will have to do.”
Excerpt for the romance lovers:
“A year, huh?” Winona planted her fingers on Jake’s chest and swirled circles down to his navel. He flinched when it tickled. He snatched her wrist, kissing her fingers then curling them next to his chin.
“Woman, you’ll kill me.”
She laughed as he rolled onto his back and took her with him so she was sprawled half atop him, her shoulder resting in the crook of his arm and his right arm lying under her body.
“So let’s rest. But I want to hear about your year without sex.”
Jake shifted to get comfortable and nestled their clenched hands under her breastbone. “It’s not that exciting, I promise.”
“A year without sex isn’t exciting? Come on. Do tell.”
“The last few years of my life have been crazy. Once I gave up my addiction and got into triathlon training, women were falling at my feet. One wanted to marry me after three dates, one wanted to marry me before she even went out with me. I decided sex was taking over my alcohol addiction, so I put my all into my training and stopped having casual sex.”
“You stopped having sex, period.”
“Just for eleven months and twenty-three days.”
Winona’s laugh sent a boom of desire straight to his heart. “You kept a diary?”
Jake freed his arm and tapped the side of his head. “No, I just remember. I remember the day I gave it up.”
“I remember the day you lost it.”
Jake gathered his hands around her waist, flipping her to spoon her while she squealed and giggled. He nuzzled his face in the back of her neck, relishing the scent of citrus and spice. He wanted to share this part of his life, but he didn’t want her to take his confession too seriously. At one time in his life, sex had become an addiction just as much as alcohol. It was something to do, a way to connect, a way to feel alive. To feel again, period. But he couldn’t possibly tell her he’d never connected with a woman the way he connected with her.
And that scared the shit out of him.
“Was she special?”
“The woman I lost my almost-one-year virginity to? Absolutely.”
“No. The woman who made you renounce sex.”
Jake shrugged. He could barely remember Maureen, hence the reason he gave up sex for so long. He found himself falling into a trap, a feeling of dissatisfaction, like nothing could fulfill him. Much like his past addiction had provided.
“Not particularly,” he said. “She was probably more special than any of the others, only because we were together a bit longer.”
“How long?”
“Almost three months.”
“Oh wow, that’s a really long time. How did you manage?” Winona’s words were coated in sarcasm and teasing. His gut stirred.
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Some secrets can’t stay hidden, especially when they involve murder…
Liz Farrell is still reeling over the murder of her mother almost a year earlier at the hands of her father, Leo Bauer, when she receives the startling news that she’s inherited her estranged father’s sizable estate. Unable to come to terms with her father’s unspeakable legacy, Liz and her grandmother, Kate Stanton, visit Leo’s property in Benedict Canyon, desperately hoping to find closure. Instead, they find a bunker hidden under an old hunting lodge that had been used by Leo at one time to hold Liz’s mother captive. Horrified by the discovery, Liz immediately orders the bunker filled and the lodge destroyed but the ensuing demolition quickly comes to a grinding halt after a man’s remains are discovered in a shallow grave at the base of the old lodge. Once the press get wind of the gruesome discovery, rumors quickly surface, linking the remains to a murder spree that took place at the same address almost half a century earlier; a murder spree conveniently covered up by the governor at the time who also happened to be Leo Bauer’s stepbrother. Liz and Kate’s efforts to uncover the truth behind the murders are soon hampered by family secrets and a killer who’s intent on finishing the job started almost fifty years ago.
Enjoy this excerpt:
I need to escape him. I need to escape the man who is both my lover and my captor, but there is nowhere to run.
With a firm grip on my good arm, he pulls me along after him through the crush of humanity, toward the converging crowds gathering at Pandora’s Box on the corner of Sunset and Crescent Heights. The closer we get to our destination, the louder and more boisterous the crowds of protestors and police seem to become. I cry out in pain as my body is jostled, hurting my dislocated left shoulder, which is supported only by the flimsy sling he has fashioned for me. However, he doesn’t hear me cry out because he’s too busy trying to keep up with his two friends.
For a second, I actually toy with the idea of wrenching my arm out of his grip and making a run for it, but almost immediately, I’m overcome by a fear so paralyzing that I’m barely able to breathe. He’s already given me a nasty taste of what he will do to me if I ever try leaving him. He’s promised to stop at nothing—and spare no one—until he finds me, even if it means killing every member of my family. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from living with this monster, it’s to always take his threats seriously. With a sinking heart, I realize I am nothing more than a pawn to him; valuable when needed, but as with everything in his life, sadly expendable once I’ve served my purpose in his pursuit of his master plan. He has very few displays of human emotion, so it’s difficult to figure out what he’s thinking at any given time. One thing I am sure of, though, is that he trusts no one, least of all me.
About the Author:
By the time Marta Tandori reached fifth grade, she was an avid reader and writer with a stack of short stories collecting dust in a box under her bed but it wasn’t until she began studying acting in her early twenties at the prestigious American Academy of Dramatic Arts in New York that Marta realized acting wasn’t really her passion – writing fiction was. What followed was years of writing workshops as well as correspondence courses in writing for children through the Institute of Children’s Literature in Connecticut. She credits the award winning author, Troon Harrison, as the instructor who helped her find her literary voice. Marta’s first work of middle-grade fiction, BEING SAM, NO MATTER WHAT was published in 2005, followed by EVERY WHICH WAY BUT KUKU! in 2006. With her more recent endeavors, Marta has shifted her writing focus to mysteries and suspense having “strong female protagonists with closets full of nasty skeletons and the odd murder or two to complicate their already complicated lives”. To learn more about Marta, please visit her website at http://martatandori.com, her Facebook Author Page at www.facebook.com/MartaTandoriAuthor, or
Last year, my boss of fifteen years decided to retire. Doesn’t seem like a big deal unless you work for a politician. When he leaves, the chances the new guy doesn’t keep you is pretty high. He was a longstanding District Attorney, (30+ years of which I worked with him half of those). When the next DA came into being, I was lucky enough that he decided to keep me. I am the longest-running employee there, with the others a couple of years behind me. Not bad, all things considering.
I was happy for my former boss, but also nervous. We’ve grown close over the years, and I respect the heck out of him. I was concerned for myself but also concerned because I know he likes to stay busy and I was worried about what in the world he would do now that he retired. He wasn’t getting any younger, and his ranching wasn’t easy on him anymore. I should also mention that my sister worked for his wife for fifteen years until she met a man she wanted to be with and moved away. She and my boss’ wife were very close.
The other day, I was going to work as usual. His other office, his title office wherein my sister worked, is two doors down, so I see him often. I knew something was wrong as soon as I saw my coworker talking and crying with one of the girls at his office. I approached, demanding to know what was wrong, and learned his wife had died in her sleep.
My world was devastated, as I know many people’s world had changed. She was so full of life and energy, so much a part of the community, that I thought she’d outlast everyone. And now, just over a year after my boss retires, she died peacefully in her sleep.
Grief is something I’m familiar with but not something I understand. I continue to be disheartened and unsure how in the world I’m supposed to get over this. A sudden, unexplained death is never easy, and as I walk up to the door of my office and glance over to where this wonderful woman used be, I question why in the world these things happen and how life will go on for her family. I question how I can be there for my former boss, a family I greatly respect. I question how this could have happened, why it happened and especially why it happened now, and what in the world I can do to make sure every moment of every day counts for something. It’s so easy to get lost in the everyday minutiae of life that you stop appreciating the small things. I’m convinced life was never supposed to be this hard—too much work and not enough play—but it is what it is, and we have to learn how to deal with it to the best of our abilities.
It was a week ago, and my life has since been changed. I count many sad losses in my life but continue to find hope in the small things. I think that’s the best we can do. That, and appreciate every moment we are given.
Welcome to today’s tour and review of Ultimate Kill, by Kristine Mason. Kristine will be awarding a $5 Amazon gift card to five randomly drawn commenters during the tour. Be sure to make a comment, and click on the link to follow the tour for more chances to win!
Blurb:
When the past collides with the present, the only way to ensure the future lies in the ultimate kill…
Naomi McCall is a woman of many secrets. Her family has been murdered and she’s been forced into hiding. No one knows her past or her real name, not even the man she loves.
Jake Tyler, former Marine and the newest recruit to the private criminal investigation agency, CORE, has been in love with a woman who never existed. When he learns about the lies Naomi has weaved, he’s ready to leave her—until an obsessed madman begins sending her explosive messages every hour on the hour.
Innocent people are dying. With their deaths, Naomi’s secrets are revealed and the truth is thrust into the open. All but one. Naomi’s not sure if Jake can handle a truth that will change their lives. But she is certain of one thing—the only way to stop the killer before he takes more lives is to make herself his next victim.
Excerpt:
Naomi’s heart raced. Her mouth went dry. An uncontrollable shiver ran through her body.
The past five years suddenly disintegrated. As if she’d just woken from a disjointed nightmare, the months of running, of searching for the perfect place to hide in plain sight, the lonely days and even lonelier nights faded into a blur.
Jake.
Tears welled in her eyes. For the lost years, the lost love, for the future they could never have. She quickly blinked them away and opened the car door. Her legs weak, her stomach somersaulting with embarrassment, excitement and regret, she placed a shaky hand on the door for support. A small part of her wanted to climb back into the car, drive off and pretend Jake had never come to Woodbine. But a large part of her, the part that had never stopped loving him, that had never allowed the memories of what they’d had together die, wanted to run to him. Throw her arms around his neck and kiss him.
“Jake,” she whispered, then cleared her throat. He looked so damned good. Tan, lean, muscular, his big toned arms showing from beneath his short sleeve golf shirt, his dark hair no longer in his trademark military crew cut.
Chin trembling, hand still clinging to the opened car door, she took a small, tentative step forward. “Jake,” she said louder, firmer.
He pushed off the SUV and slowly approached, his gaze never wavering from hers. Lightheaded, she stayed put, kept her hand on the door for fear she might crumble to the asphalt. She’d dreamed of seeing him again, had imagined what she might say, the excuses she could give him. But anything she’d ever come up with had sounded terrible, selfish and ridiculous. Even if what she’d tell him was the truth.
Now that he was less than five feet away from her, she had no idea what to say or do. A million questions buzzed through her mind. Was he married? Did he have children? Fresh tears filled her eyes. God, she really was a selfish bitch. She wanted him happy, had always prayed he’d find someone to love, but deep down she’d hated the thought of him loving someone else. Making love to another woman. Creating a child. A future that hadn’t included her.
“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice rough, raw. He blinked, looked to the ground and took a couple of more steps until he stood within arm’s reach. When he met her gaze, she expected anger and resentment, instead she found anguish, longing and heat in his dark eyes.
She pressed her lips together to stop her chin from trembling and swiped at an errant tear. She’d hurt him. Because she’d loved him so much, she had no choice but to run from him.
Until the bastard who’d murdered her family and forced her into this self-imposed exile was rotting in Hell, she’d keep running. Otherwise, Jake would end up like everyone else she’d loved.
Dead.
My Review:
I don’t know where to start with my review, so I’ll start with the beginning. The beginning drew me in and I longed to know more about the reunited lovers, Jake and Naomi. I confess to skipping ahead through repetitive thoughts once they were reunited, because I couldn’t wait to read more about the villains! Honey Badger, Ric, Santiago, Vlad … the brothers. They were all interesting characters and the villain was one of the best, and scariest, villains I’ve read in a long time. Those scenes were very well written and Naomi’s conflict with reuniting with Jake was very well understood. Her “stalker” as she called him was super super super villainous and believable. Well written, action-oriented scenes. A clever plot with interesting twists. I highly recommend you pick up a copy and start reading today!
Author Bio and Links:
I didn’t pick up my first romance novel until I was in my late twenties. Immediately hooked, I read a bazillion books before deciding to write one of my own. After the birth of my first son I needed something to keep my mind from turning to mush, and Sesame Street wasn’t cutting it. While that first book will never see the light of day, something good came from writing it. I realized my passion and found a career I love.
When I’m not writing contemporary romances and dark, romantic suspense novels (or reading them!) I’m chasing after my four kids and two neurotic dogs.
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Diabetes is a misunderstood disease and a disease that, no matter how informed we are, isn’t something we’ll ever really understand or 100% control. I was diagnosed at a young age and next year will have had it for thirty years. I’ve got my twenty-five year medal and am working toward a fifty-year medal. I refuse to believe that isn’t possible.
Many people think I must have done something to get diabetes. Many people think anyone who has diabetes must have done something. They ate too much sugar or didn’t exercise enough. That simply isn’t so. Most of my husband’s entire family ended up with Type II no matter what they did or how they took care of themselves. And me? I was a nine-year old who ate just like the rest of my family when the disease attacked.
It annoys me when diabetes is blamed on the person, like we did something wrong. Type I diabetes is especially misunderstood, and I face constant judgment when people find out I have it. I’ve done everything I could to understand and control it, but a young diagnosis like that isn’t fair or possible to understand.
When I was growing up, I longed for a better understanding of the disease. Research and compassion toward something that seemed so hopeless but something I wasn’t about to let control me. Now, every May, Brenda Novak has an auction to help fund diabetes research, especially in juveniles. It is something I am so grateful for and something I wholeheartedly support. Diabetes has come a long way since I was first diagnosed. Back then, I only had two syringes to choose from, two insulin choices, and not much hope. My insulin pump has changed my life, but isn’t something that would be possible without research.
I’ve always wanted to do something to change the world, at least in a minor way. What Brenda Novak has done and what she is continually growing because of her child is amazing and something I truly respect. That’s why, during this month of May, I have decided to donate any proceeds of my books to diabetes research. Half to the American Diabetes Association, because I believe in that cause, and the other half to Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation. Why have I chosen two? Because I believe they both offer opportunities for diabetes advancement, and I’d like to support both.
Not only will I donate my proceeds, but I will donate the entire amount of my book. That means if you bought my book for $3.82 (as is Amazon.com ebook price), I will donate that entire price to diabetes research. If I sell 100 books in the month of May, I’ll donate each amount, i.e. $382. Why am I doing this? Because I want to make a difference. And now, if you buy my book, you can make a difference by reading a good book for very little cash and donating to a good cause without forking over several hundred dollars.
