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Thursday, August 1, 2013


I don't even have a cover yet, but I wanted to share a little bit of the 5th book in the Hollywood Hearts series, coming out in September.


 A bit about the book
Dorrie Rodgers left three men behind in New York when she moved to L.A. to dance the lead in a movie. Engagement to a powerful producer made her life complete. But an accident ended both her career and her engagement.

After three years of struggling along teaching yoga, Dorrie is hired to choreograph a movie. Wanting to share her joy at this fabulous chance to resurrect her career with a man, she is determined to end her single status.  
Questioning her decision to leave each of three attractive men five years ago in New York, Dorrie returns to the Big Apple for one more day with each. Was she hasty in her decisions to leave them behind? Will one of these men make her change her mind? Will her return to the past bring the love she is seeking or will loneliness propel her back into the arms of the one man who broke her heart? 


Dorrie ducked her auburn head down to blend into the crowd, hoping to avoid running into Gunther Quill. Dammit! As she exited the plane, she cursed herself for bringing so much luggage. Now, I have to hang around the baggage claim. He’s sure to find me.
She stole a furtive glance up and down the corridor then breathed a sigh of relief. No sign of him. She straightened up and strode confidently toward the luggage area. I guess he changed his mind about meeting me here. Good. We have nothing to talk about other than the movie. Maybe I can deal with one of the other producers on the film instead.
After unwrapping  a piece of gum, she popped it in her mouth.
“Got an extra?”
Dorrie looked up to see Grace Brewster, her companion from the flight, standing with her hand out. She handed Grace a piece and smiled. “Gum keeps me from overeating.” 
“I could afford to lose some weight, too.”
This was an old habit Dorrie used to deal with nerves and avoid drowning herself in comfort food, especially when she was a professional dancer. Though choreographers don’t have to be as slim, they still need to be in shape. She chewed rapidly, unable to shake her dread of running into Gunther.
“Is he here?” Grace asked, looking around.
Dorrie shook her head. “Not yet. I hope I can get my suitcases and leave before he shows up.”
“Me, too.”
“You know Gunther?”
“Don’t ask.”
Dorrie nodded. “I see.”
Grace blushed. “I’m sure you do. I’d rather not rehash it.”
“I don’t blame you. He does have a way of…getting around.”
Grace’s blush deepened. “It didn’t end well.”
“It never does with Gunther.” Dorrie glanced at the door for the tenth time.
“He’s pretty pissed at me.”
Dorrie raised her eyebrows. “Really? It’s usually the other way around.”
Grace’s smile tightened. “Trust me, it wasn’t happy on either side.”
“Sounds familiar,” Dorrie said, her gaze perusing the area. “I’ll keep watch while you grab our bags. Mine is dark blue plaid.”
The carousel jolted then began to move as luggage slowly slid down the ramp and was transferred to the moving belt. Grace moved toward the conveyor and reached for a suitcase.
While she took her gaze off the entrance to check for her bags, the hairs on the back of Dorrie’s neck stood up, and her skin prickled. One puff of hot breath warming her ear alerted her to Gunther’s arrival. She jumped.
“If I was insecure, I’d think you were avoiding me,” he whispered, standing too close to her.

Dorrie’s heartbeat doubled as adrenaline poured into her veins. Fight or flight? Let me out of here. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she pasted a smile on her lips and turned to face him.
“Why Gunther, what a surprise.”


Monday, July 29, 2013


Welcome! This week we return to Rory and Hack. The word prompt is "bargain".
Rory jumped when the buzzer sounded. She was hoping it was Hack, but when she opened the door, Bruce was standing there with the biggest bunch of red roses she had ever seen.
“Hi, Dorrie. Can I come in?”
As she stood aside to let him enter, he handed her the roses.
“I made the biggest mistake of my life, walking out on you.” He followed her into the tiny kitchen where she put the flowers in a vase. Taking her hand, Bruce pulled her down on the sofa. “I’ve missed you. Can we start over?”

Rory stared at him in disbelief.“You desert me when I’m injured and think an apology will smooth it over?”
“I offered to go to the hospital with you, but you turned me down.”
“You should have insisted.”
“Rory, you’re not making sense. Come on. We had some great times together.”
She sat back. They had had fun, but now Hack filled her heart. But he belonged to someone else. Better to be with Bruce or be alone?
“Why this sudden change of heart?”
“It’s not easy to find a girl like you. You made me laugh and you’re hot.”
“Laughter and sex, two good reasons, I suppose.” She chuckled.
He leaned in and kissed her. Bruce had always been a good kisser, but in her heart she kept wishing it was Hack.
“You drive a hard bargain, Bruce.”
“So we’re back?” He slipped his arms around her.

She nodded, sinking into his embrace.He lay back, pulling her down on top of him. 


Repeated ringing of her buzzer, was beginning to make Rory mad.  
“Who the hell is that?” Bruce said, slipping into his jeans.

“I don’t know, but they’re gonna hear it,” she said, donning her robe before heading for the door.
She threw it open, ready to blast the person on the other side.
“You have the wrong…” Her mouth hung open.“Hack?”

There he stood, filling the doorframe, a huge grin melted off his face as he took in the situation.
“Bruce?”  He asked.
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