13 places I’ve put in books

by | Jul 25, 2007 | Uncategorized

1. Missoula, Montana (Wild Wild West)
2. Ketchikan, Alaska (Miss Lonely Hearts, coming Oct. 30)
3. Burlington, Vermont (Yule Be Mine)
4. Seattle, Washington (I Was An Alien’s Love Slave Sept. 21/Earth Girls Aren’t Easy Aug. 29)
5. Hedeby, a Viking trading center (The Gripping Beast)
6. Maine (Only Human)
7. Portland, Maine (Love and Rockets)
8. Franklin, New Hampshire (Catalyst)
9. Southern California (Wolf In Cheap Clothing)
10. Medieval border lands between Scotland and England (Wolf In Shining Armor)
11. Boise, Idaho (Love Spell – Ellora’s Cavemen Legendary Tails II)
12. Idaho High Plains Desert (Dangerous Games)
13. Forks, Washington and Hell – fire and rain, anyone? (Wicked Hot, St. Martin’s Aug 08)

Public Service Book Giveaway

by | Jul 24, 2007 | Uncategorized

I discovered via the Ja(y)nes and Smart Bitches that there has been a blog explosion over skirts and swan hats. Who knew? When I saw a post about this at Kate’s a while ago it seemed harmless enough but apparently it exploded. Well, it’s clear what’s going on. Too many people have too much time to worry about skirts and headwear and they do not have enough to read! I happen to have in my possession, courtesy of Rosina Lippi, a brand-new copy of If Angels Burn. Since I have my own copy, this is an extra in search of a good home. So, comment here, and your name goes in the (swan) hat. I will mail this book to any reader anywhere in the world.

(I’d give away a Shomi book but you’re not getting Wired out of my hands, sorry)

Poetry Monday: Attack of the Killer Frogs

by | Jul 22, 2007 | Uncategorized

Once upon a time, there was the Killer Frog Contest and with it came the much-coveted Froggie award. When I stumbled across this, I of course nearly died laughing. Killer Frogs! Imagine them, lurking in the night, in search of human blood! I had to write a poem about killer frogs. The Killer Frog Contest is no more, but the poem lives on…

Rustlings and stirrings of the night
Begin beneath the sickle moon
Shrouded by a funereal cloud
To cast a decayed and dissolute light;

Beneath the sickle moon they stir
They call to one another
One dirges in full-throated voice
Then pauses for the answer;

Calling to one another, they sing
Of fecund swamps and dark, dank bogs
Of sweet, corrupt slime and malevolent murk
And putrescent amphibious yearning;

Of fecund swamps and dark, dank bogs
Croon the voices of the night
Beneath the shrouded sickle moon
The throbbing cant of the waiting frogs.

Ride the Monday poetry train here.