Monthly Archives: January 2012

Friday Fun Facts

Hi and welcome to Friday Fun Facts!  Come play along and learn something new about me, and I’ll learn something new about you.

This week I was feeling somewhat reflective and thinking a lot about when I was a kid.  Spending time with my family, friends, being outdoors and hanging with friends without a care in the world.

Ahhh, those were the days.  Remember waking up in the summertime, cramming down a quick breakfast so you could head outdoors to spend the whole day with your friends.  We built camps in the woods, took long hikes, went swimming, bicycling for hours, explored creeks and basically did whatever we wanted.  As long as we were back before the street lights went on.  And that in itself was a big deal. 🙂  When we had streetlights put down our little cul-de-sac, it became standard practice for all the parents to say, “Be home when the streetlights go on.”  Lol  No more excuses from us that we didn’t know what time it was. 

If it rained it seemed like at least two of us would hang out and play board games…sometimes a game of LIFE or MONOPOLY would last days, we’d just slide the board under the bed to resume tomorrow.

There were times during the summer when I was a kid I don’t even remember coming home to eat lunch.  It was a total time of freedom for sure!  Our neighborhood was small, tight-knit and filled with an abundance of kids all about the same age.  Great times for sure and those great times make for even greater memories.

I know it’s cliché, but times were simpler and I don’t think our parents worried about such things as parents have to worry about today.  There was always a parent home somewhere…if not yours you could borrow one…lol.  Nobody went to daycare or had a babysitter come in.  Or maybe it was just because I grew up somewhat in the country and that street with the 35 or so houses on it was my world.  Everyone looked out for everyone else.

At that time in my life I felt like I could pretty much do or be whatever I wanted.  Life was good and totally carefree from stresses and decisions and…well, being grown up and responsible.  LOL  Sounds kind of good at times doesn’t it?

I remember switching my decision almost daily or weekly on what I wanted to do when I grew up and ventured away from home.  Half excited at the thought and half scared. 

There were so many occupations that I thought would be cool and I wanted to try.  Some I think everyone thought about at one time or another, and others…well, not so much.  Doctor, nurse, Rockstar, Motorcycle cop (wonder where that idea came from?  Lol), pilot, movie star, model, beautician, artist, professional bicycle rider, or monopoly player (in my world you could do that…lol), and a writer.  Yep, even then I wanted to write and used to jot down stories about my friends and I, or other characters we thought up.  Later on, this worked to my advantage when I won an essay award in sixth grade as well as a young author’s award where my story was made into a book and placed in the library.  How cool.

Anyway, sorry for veering off topic a bit.  But one profession I always thought would be fun, one I returned to over and over in my young mind, was a teacher.  I think this was due to the fact that I have had some amazing teachers in my life.  My all time favorite teacher was Mr. Wood who taught 5th grade.  Secret here 🙂  He lives not 10 miles from me now and I see into him quite often in the grocery store, where we will chat sometimes until the milk in my cart turns to cottage cheese while we lean on our grocery carts.  He was a huge influence on me.  Love that man 🙂

Anway, there I am digressing again.  I used to play school with friends and sometimes by myself.  Then when I was in school, there were times some of the teachers let us grade papers.  Nothing better than holding that red pencil in your hand and drawing a smiley face on the top when someone got all the answers right.  Lol.

Of course as I grew up, my dreams changed, but there are times I wonder what would’ve happened if I’d followed that path and became a teacher.

Which brings me to today’s Friday Fun Fact question….Drum roll please….

When you were in grade school, what did you want to be when you grew up and why?  Curious to see if anyone followed their dream from when they were a kid to adulthood 🙂

Looking forward to reading your answers 🙂


Posted by on January 28, 2012 in Day to Day Life, Friday Fun Facts


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What to Read Wednesday

Welcome to What to Read Wednesday!  Thanks to everyone who keeps coming back…you’re all awesome!  And if you’re here for the first time…glad you found us!

Today I’m excited to share another wonderful author with you.  Please welcome Mandi Casey!  Mandi is going to share a bit about herself and her newest release BIZARRE LIFE OF SYDNEY SEDRICK 🙂  So sit back, grab your favorite snack and beverage and enjoy 🙂

Hi Mandi, thank you for joining us.  So that everyone can get to know you, please share five random things about you the person, not the author.

🙂 Ok let’s see.

1. I’m a total animal person, if they make it to my house, I tend to keep them, despite my husband’s opinion on the matter.

2. I play Frisbee golf as much as possible, the courses are beautiful and fresh air is good. 3. I like to shop when I’m stressed, I’m not sure if that’s random or like every other woman on this planet.

4. I love driving with the seat heaters on, windows down, and music cranked, especially at night.

5. I love my smart phone, I just really wished I knew what all it’s capable of. It leaves me with a blank glossed over stare at times.

LOL…I know that glossed over stare, I get that whenever I’m around electronics 🙂  Television or movies?

Depends. Anything to do with vampires and werewolves and don’t care what type of media it comes on.

Name four things you never leave the house without.

Keys, phone, purse, and sunglasses, the usual everyday necessities.

Have you always wanted to be an author or what made you become an author?

From about the age of ten I knew I wanted to write at least one novel, and when that was finally accomplished, I knew I had to keep going. I love it.

Writing is a true addiction for sure!  Describe your writerly work space.

Pretty much wherever my laptop can go is where I write, I love sitting out on my deck on overcast days (so the glare from the sun on the screen isn’t too blinding) and writing.

I can’t wait for deck weather to return.  There’s nothing like sitting outside to write.  What genre or genres do you write? Do you see yourself trying another one in the future and if so which one?

I typically write paranormal romance/urban fantasy. I’ve thought about writing erotica but I just don’t know if I can pull that off, if I do I’ll probably write under a different name, blush 🙂

Tell us about your newest release?  (and btw, I love the title)

Bizarre Life of Sydney Sedrick is a paranormal romance/urban fantasy novel about a girl who moves back to her hometown to live with her aunt and help her take care of Morning Sun, the family store. She’s bitten by a werewolf and her latent Selected gene is triggered. Vampires, werewolves, and demons come out of the woodwork and want to use her powers, except she never knew what she was before, and she didn’t know about the Others, either. And of course there’s Blake, the heir to the Mid Western Werewolf Pack, with his searing advances and insistence they are to be bonded as life-mates.

When you were writing your story, what character did you connect with the most and why?

Sydney has a lot of my traits, and faults, so her character was pretty easy to write.

Now let’s play LUCKY SEVEN….Pick seven words to describe your book.

This is a fun question, let’s see. 1. Romantic 2. Dark 3. Fast. 4. Startling 5. Hot. 6. Paranormal. 7. Leading

If your book was made into a movie, who would you choose to play the hero?

I would love to have the actor who plays Alcide on True Blood, they definitely casted him well 😉

The heroine?

For the heroine, that’s a tuff one, but I think a black haired Emma Stone from Easy A+ would work out really well.

Emma Stone is a great pick…I’ve loved her in every role she’s been in.  Most authors seem to have a ‘to be read pile’…if you do, what’s on the top of the pile?

Explosive 18 by Janet Evanovich, I love the Stephanie Plum novels and have read every one.

What inspired you to write your latest story?

I can’t really say what one thing inspired me, I just love to write, and learning new ways to craft stories and enhance them is fun to me.

Please share an excerpt of your book!

Ok, here’s a teaser and one of my favorite passages:

Still baffled by her strange behavior, I headed for my bedroom. Unfortunately, sleep proved elusive. Who could sleep in that old house, the branches of the leafless oak tree scratching against the window of my room like a B-rated horror movie? Who knew what was lurking out there in the dark?

I did.

I knew.

And now it knew me.

Great last line 🙂  What’s your current WIP?

I’m finishing my first draft of Betrayal Bites, the 2nd Sydney Sedrick novel.

Do you have any wise words to share with anyone out there on the road to publication?

I read a lot about the craft, so I guess that’s what I would definitely tell new writers: Read, Read; Read! When they say make sure your submissions are without typos or grammatical errors, they mean it, so make sure yours are perfect. I’ll never stop reading and talking with other writers, taking classes ect… I think a great writer is one who knows that there is always more to learn, from talented best selling authors to those who have yet to be published.

And finally Mandi, where can we find you and your book?

Bizarre Life of Sydney Sedrick can be found at:

It’s available in ebook format right now, but will be going to print some time in the fall of 2012.

 Congratulations and much success to you Mandi.  Again, I’m glad you dropped by! 

Thanks so much for having me Christine, and happy reading and writing to all!


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Sweet Blog Award

First off I want to thank the awesome Calisa Rhose for nominating me for THE IRRESISTIBLY SWEET BLOG AWARD!  Who knew?  I mean I know I’m sweet and irresistible, but I didn’t know Calisa thought so too!  lol  Calisa is one of my TWRP sisters and she’s awesome.  She recently celebrated the release of her debut book with The Wild Rose Press titled HOME.  Actually, she was on What to Read Wednesday just a few short weeks ago sharing her story and lots of intimate details about herself.  She’s an awesome friend and writer…check out her blog and get to know her

Check out the cool new badge I can now display on my blog proving how irresistibly sweet I am…Thanks again Calisa 🙂



Now Calisa asked that I nominate 10 other blogs for this award and then share seven secrets about myself…hmmm (that’ll be a challenge).  Anyway, hopefully my 7 secrets will be something you didn’t know about me, but if they are just pretend you never heard them before and ooohhh and aaaahhh…lol  🙂

Here’s my 7 secrets:

1. I have 3 amazing kids (1 daughter and 2 sons) who I adore and feel so blessed to have in my life.  As they get older it’s nice to have them as more than my children, but my friends.

2. I can tear up so easily…movies, Hallmark commercials, and old episodes of Little House on the Prairie.  My family gets a big kick out of this…lol

3. My debut book Some Like it in Handcuffs releases 60 days from today (cue the streamers and balloons)!!!

4. I was just contracted with The Wild Rose Press for my 2nd book titled Two-Timing the Boss and also offered a contract from Lori Wilde’s Induglence line through Entangled Publishing 1 week ago today.  Both contemporary romances.  (cue more streamers, balloons and feel free to grab a noise maker)

5. My sister is not only my sister, but my best friend and we talk at least once a day 🙂

6. I enjoy cooking, it relaxes me 🙂

7. I love to laugh…as often as possible!

Now for the 10 awesome blogs I’m nominating!!!!…and let me tell you this was no easy feat…10 is definitely not enough 🙂

1. Katherine Grey

2. Sarah Ballance

3. Ann Montclair

4. Jennifer Lowery

5. Mirriam Smyth

6. Cheryl Yeko

7. Brenda Dyer

8. Tabitha Blake

9. Sharon Cullen

10. Ceri Hebert

Now I’m off to email these awesome ladies so that they can pick up their award. Then it’s their turn to share seven things, post the badge on their site and choose ten blogs to award. I’ll be sure to have them double check their selections so they don’t end up choosing the same ones I have.

Thank you so much, Calisa!  I’m thrilled to be nominated and loving my new badge 🙂


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Friday Fun Facts

Hi and welcome to Friday Fun Facts!  Come play along and learn something new about me, and I’ll learn something new about you.

Okay, I have to admit that I’ve had an awesome week.  First off, things started with a bang when I was contacted by Lori Wilde who heads up the Indulgence Line, which is the category romance line for Entangled Publishing.  She offered me a contract for one of my stories!  Highlight of the week  🙂

I shared the news on facebook as well as some loops I belong to and it was so awesome!  The outpouring of support and congratulations that everyone shared with me made my night….okay, my week!  Talk about feeling the love.  I deeply want to thank everyone for their well wishes 🙂

That was exciting in itself, but it only started the week.  I felt like I really got some things accomplished.  Things beside the normal household functions.

I worked on my story Some Like it on the Run, which is a sequel to the book coming out in March titled Some Like it in Handcuffs.  I had hoped to have it completed by the end of the month, then have it go through a line of critiques before submitting it to one of my editors sometime in February.  Things were going along great and I finally I had a rhythm writing this story.  And let me tell you, I’ve been struggling with this from day one.  I’ve changed the beginning at least 3 times, rewrote several chapters, deleted some, added more, tweaked the remaining and wanted to throw it across the room.  Would’ve if I could afford to by a new laptop every few days.  🙂  Enough said there, we know that’s not happening.  Anyway, I finally managed to get some words down that I’m pleased with.


(had to throw one in didn’t I?)  Come Wednesday afternoon, I just lost interest.  Oh no…you say…but it’s not as bad as it sounds.  I kept thinking about another story I had put away about 5 months ago to work on this one.  I didn’t put this other story away for any particular reason, other than I wanted to get moving on the Some Like it story.  So, I pulled it out and I’m glad to report I’ve already written 3 chapters…this is one of those stories that just flows from the fingertips with ease.  LOVE.  IT.

So, you’re probably wondering what this has to do with my Friday Fun Facts.  Believe me, it’s going somewhere, so just hang on.  LOL

While I was doing all of these writerly functions (and a bit of laundry, cooking, cleaning, and playing ball with dogs in between…plus my social networking gigs…hehehe) where was I?  Was I at home?

YEP, with a resounding round of applause…no, not applesauce…jeez, get your mind out of the kitchen  🙂

Most of my writing takes place in my living room.  I have 2 gi-normous windows that let the sunshine in, even on the coldest and snowiest of winter days.  I love the space, the views and the comfort of sitting on the sofa and creating, writing, tweaking and chatting on facebook.  (ssshhhh…I’m supposed to limit my time there, but it’s kind of hard.)

Yep, I admit it…My name is Christine Warner and I’m a homebody!  Whew, a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

This is the one place that I’m truly happy.  I know it sounds kind of boring.  And I guess it is.  But I’m comfortable and happy to spend my days writing and creating…especially when things are flowing and I’m not being challenged at every paragraph.  Not often I get a whole week like that…as a matter of fact it’s darn rare 🙂  Otherwise, if I’m a struggling writer, get me out of the house and do it quick!!!  Lol  I’ll look for any excuse to go out so I don’t have to suffer through my laptop taunting me from across the room.

Which brings me to today’s Friday Fun Fact question….Drum roll please….

Where is the one space you could spend hours and be truly happy?  Would it be alone surrounded by books, your laptop, your animals (like me?  lol), or out and about with friends and family….or would it be a certain restaurant, coffee shop, driving in your car, sleeping all day in your soft, cozy bed?  Maybe in your kitchen cooking up a yummy creation, or in your craft room building a scrapbook, or the library, bookstore, mall? Hmm…there’s horseback riding, hiking, out for a jog…Oh my…the list is endless.

Looking forward to reading your answers!


Posted by on January 20, 2012 in Day to Day Life, Friday Fun Facts


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What to Read Wednesday

Welcome to What to Read Wednesday!  Thanks to everyone who keeps coming back…you’re all awesome!  And if you’re here for the first time…glad you found us!

Today we have another wonderful author.  Zee Monodee is not only a wonderful author, but an amazing person.  Can’t tell you how much I admire her.  Today Zee will be sharing information about herself, writing habits, deep dark secrets…lol…and her latest release with Noble Romance titled Calling Home from her Destiny’s Child Book series.

Congratulations on your new release Zee!  Not only am I excited to get my hands on your book, but I’m excited to have you share all the details with everyone visiting today! 

Hi Christine; hi everyone! It’s a pleasure and a total honor to be here today; real stoked 🙂

Can you tell today’s readers a bit about yourself?

Of course. I’m 28 years old, married for about a decade (yeah, I started early, lol!). I have an 8-year-old son, and a 12-year-old stepson. I’m from the gorgeous paradise island of Mauritius, in the southern Indian Ocean, and I am of Indian origin. But I guess everyone who’s read my bio knows this about me, so something you might not know…? I’m really short and tiny – barely 5″3 tall and I most often have to shop in children’s clothes sections. The best jeans I can get for my size are in the Boys section 🙂 My maxi-dresses are half the time knee-length dresses for those ‘normal’ women whom I call Amazons though.

The picture you provided must be one of the beautiful views on your island 🙂  Looks gorgeous!  Now back to important matters.  lol  Board games or video games?

Depends on the mood and weather/time. My kids love video games – they can both spend their whole time on the Playstation, and they often rope me in to play with them. Still, I also love a good dose of board games like Monopoly – nothing quite beats spending a dark, dreary, & cold afternoon in winter than with a game of Monopoly.

I don’t believe you get dark, dreary and cold days on your island paradise!  What food or drink can’t you do without and why?

I’m not really a foodie. I actually can do without food – having to eat and prepare food is a total chore for me. Yes, I do get hungry, but enjoy eating? Not exactly. While I do like to pig out on junk fast food sometimes, there’s not something I really, really need to have. Unless you count soft drinks in there. I’m really good with needing to stick to a diet or so, but I cannot go for more than a week without a dose of soft drinks, preferably an ice-cold Mountain Dew. If not, then Pepsi will do. But I need that sugar rush. 🙂

Tell us a typical writing day for you.

I usually write when I know I will be able to have an uninterrupted few hours ahead of me. I can work around a lot of things – noise, bad posture, needing to write on my phone instead of the computer. But what I really cannot stomach is constant interruptions that totally kill the flow of a scene, and that’s a given when you have kids at home.

So I write when the kids are in school, during the day.

A typical writing day would look like this – drop my son at school before 8AM, come back home around 8.30 AM. I’ll log onto the net, check my email, update my profiles on FB & Twitter,  catch up with my friends, reply to urgent emails if I don’t get to clear my inbox right away. When 10 AM strikes, I close all windows and open the Word doc with the WIP or the current edits. I’ll then immerse myself into that until 1 PM, at which time I’ll break for lunch, and if I’m being good, my exercise routine. And then generally it’s 2.30 PM and I have to go out to go pick the hyenas. We get home around 3.30 PM, and then I duck into the kitchen to make dinner.

If I’m on a deadline, I’ll most often than not go back to the computer to write and/or edit in the evening, after 8 PM when the kids are in bed. Otherwise, I’ll be reading. I write during the day mostly.

What genres do you write?

Hmm… I basically write romance, but that can take different mantles. I have a romantic suspense/mystery-thriller/espionage series out; then I have another deep characterization/sweet romance series going. I started out my career writing Indian/Indo-Mauritian culture-based romantic women’s fiction (a mouthful, eh?) and that’s a genre I wish to come back to soon.

Did a particular author influence you?

It was after I read the epic cultural novel ‘A Suitable Boy’ by Vikram Seth that I decided to try my hand at writing, at the culture-based women’s fiction genre. I wanted to show the lives of modern Indian-origin women the way Vikram Seth put across the India of post-independence. My style of writing was lighter than his literary slant, but he was the biggest influence in the material I wanted to showcase and how to present it.

You have such an interesting writing history 🙂  Let’s play LUCKY SEVEN!  Pick seven words that describe your book.

Heartfelt. Sweet. Tugging. Laughter. Belonging. Old-fashioned. Genuine.

Tease us with a blurb of your latest release.

Calling Home (A Destiny’s Child Book)

Forensic pathologist Margo Nolan is described by colleagues as a cold, unemotional man hiding inside a woman’s body. Clinical and rational, the ice queen persona is only a facade to protect herself after she has lost the one thing she has ever longed for: Emma, the daughter she brought up like her own.

When tragedy strikes in Emma’s life, Margo is the only one who can step in… to become the stand-in parent to the 11-year old! Clueless about children, family life and anything that should involve her heart, Margo is at a loss.

But she need not worry – sexy and easygoing, and much younger, village doctor Jamie Gillespie is here to help the heart-thawing process.

I’m already crushing on the village doc 🙂  Tell us two things about your hero that you admire?

Jamie is an incredibly patient man. He never lets his temper get the better of him; instead he thinks things through, sees things for what they really are, and he’ll gently steer people without ever bossing them around.

He is also a very mature person. Jamie shows that age is nothing but a number on paper, and that the true depth of a person doesn’t come by the number of years he/she has lived, but what’s inside the heart.

Your heroine?

Margo is resilient. That’s one of the things I like most about her. She makes do with what life throws at her; not always in the best manner, but her heart’s in the right place.

And another thing I like about Margo is that she is a social klutz, and though being thirty-six and an ace in her field of expertise, she is just a woman who still has a lot to learn about life. I like it that she has so much room to grow, that she’ll figure out some other things about life and love.

Where did your inspiration for this story come from?  And how did you come up with the title?

I’m a big fan of the CSI shows, and then there’s the British version called Silent Witness. This one is less flashy than the American CSIs; its focus is on an ongoing enquiry in every 2-part, 45-mins-each episode, with a big emphasis on the life of the three main characters, who are forensic pathologists.

The head of that lab is a professor of pathology named Leo Dalton, and there’s an episode where he mentions to his latest recruit, forensic anthropologist Nikki Alexander, that proof is what matters in their line of work.

This brought to my mind Gil Grissom from CSI: Las Vegas telling Catherine Willows the same thing in one of the first episodes of the show.

So if proof guides everything, how do you substantiate something intangible, like love? That’s the question that stayed in my mind, and then I also asked myself, what if this were the question a woman was left to ask? If everything in her life is cold, rational, and driven by proof, what happens when she needs to let love in? And what better way to poke that assumption than through a child?

That was the start of Calling Home, and the title came to me on a weird word play I indulged in. Both Margo and Jamie are medical doctors in there, and doctors call home to see patients, right? Add to it that Margo needs to learn about love and open her heart to the prospect of a family – Calling Home seemed like the perfect title to me 🙂

I’m a huge fan of CSI Las Vegas too…miss Gil Grisom.  Will you share an excerpt of Calling Home with us?

Of course! This is the opening scene from Chapter 1:

Emotion is something foreign; cold, rational facts and proof drive everything. Brain over heart, always.

Every forensic pathologist knew his or her work boiled down to that line of conduct, and Margo Nolan lived her life by the principles of her job. Emotion used to be an unfamiliar concept most of the time, except for the rare occasions when the pain would tear through her, when she was unable to tamp the suffering into submission. Pain, the sharp, visceral, abject torture that gripped her every time she thought of Emma, during all those years she was away from the daughter of her heart. Lately, pain sliced through her every time her gaze landed on the pretty girl, fast blossoming into a beautiful young woman.

How many years we’ve lost . . . . If only I’d sought her out . . . .

But she couldn’t—shouldn’t—think of that then. No—there were more pressing matters at hand.

Margo’s feet slowed in the lobby that also served as Dr. Gillespie’s waiting room. He was the only doctor in the little village, Camberry, just outside London in the county of Surrey, where Emma, and lately Margo, too, lived. Like most country doctors, he operated his practice from his house. Emma had been sick at school that day, and had been sent to see him.

Under Margo’s stilettos, the wood planks of the big Victorian manor didn’t even creak or groan—strange, as old houses always had a telltale creak or two in the parquet. Or maybe her step remained light enough not to evoke any sound from the dark surface, worn smooth from years of foot traffic in that very lobby. No place echoed the click-clack of high heels louder than a morgue. Margo had learned how to keep her tread soft under any circumstance. Despite the high-gleam polish on the wood, her feet didn’t skid on the glossy surface as she glided, more than walked, across the boards. Whiffs of beeswax and lemon wood polish tickled her nostrils—a completely different scent from the usual sterile tang and formaldehyde-permeated atmosphere at the morgue.

Margo stopped at the doorway that led into the anteroom to the doctor’s office. Her gaze lingered on Emma, asleep on a high-backed, plush sofa. In slumber, the girl’s dainty features still showed the sweetness of childhood. So very much the likeness of the chubby-cheeked cherub with corkscrew, auburn curls Margo had had to leave seven years ago—


Today she was back with Emma, trying her damndest to bridge the gap between ages four and eleven, the time she hadn’t been there for the girl. Not by choice—


Margo straightened when a dark, looming shadow crept up on the tween. All her senses shot on high alert; she bristled, and her hands closed into fists.

The man, tall and imposing in the semi-darkness, bent and placed a hand on Emma’s forehead.

Who on Earth is he? And why is he touching her?

“What do you think you’re doing?” Margo crossed the distance to stand between her daughter and the stranger. She shouldered him aside, before folding her body protectively over the top of the armchair.

Her gaze raked over him, taking in the faded, threadbare-at-the-knees jeans, the hint of a dark T-shirt under the baggy, slate-grey jumper with a hoodie that obscured his face.

Who is this hooligan? What’s he doing here? Emma’s grandmother had come to Camberry because the countryside appeared safer for a growing girl than bustling London. Nevertheless, here was some man, alone in a room with her daughter.

He gave a soft grunt. “Checking if her fever’s gone down.”

Yeah, right!

Margo drew closer to Emma, her protective instincts shooting sky-high. If anyone ever touched her daughter to harm her . . . . Finally, she understood how women murdered in cold blood when their children were hurt, how they showed no remorse afterward.

As she leaned over the prone girl, her gaze shot back to the man. She steeled her spine, tensed her arms and shoulders, and glared at him. Seasoned police officers knew not to mess with her when she stood like that, and criminals always thought twice before bullshitting her when she gave them the narrowed look. Let him try to take her on—he had another think coming if he believed he’d get away scot-free today. “And how’s that any of your concern?”

He sighed.

Sighed. She couldn’t stop her eyes from widening with surprise, before she frowned again.

Good grief! What have perverts come to, nowadays?

“As her physician, that’s my job, don’t you think?” His low voice flowed, smooth and composed, reminiscent of police officers trying to calm a hysterical victim.

Damn you. She frowned so hard, her forehead hurt. Margo blinked to ward off the shard of pain that lanced behind her left eye. Nice try. Who did he think he was?

“Where’s Dr. Gillespie?” she asked.

“I am Dr. Gillespie. And you are?”

She snorted, at the calm confidence and at the unashamed allegation. Which one won her contempt more? No way was he the “good ol’ doctor.” She had met the bear of a man with the soft voice and bedside manner a couple of weeks ago, when she came to settle here. Dr. Gordon Gillespie had looked a far cry from the lean, intense young man before her. The old man had also come out clear on the background check she had a police contact run on him, and on anyone else involved in Emma’s life here.

And to think the man here had fallen through a hole in her security net? No, she refused to contemplate that.

But, questions first; accusations later, when she had proof. The logic of her profession came like second nature to her.

“Stop the act. You are not he.” She threw a glance around the room. “Where’s Helen? Why is Emma alone here?”

“Helen just left for home. It was past time she made it back to her own children.”

His tone conveyed cold reproach. Margo bristled. She was late, she knew it. But she’d been detained by a string of autopsies today. And no one had bothered to tell her Emma had been hurt during football practise. The lab staff had ascribed Helen’s call to a prankster—Dr. Nolan had no life, let alone a daughter.

“You are Ms. Milburn, I presume.”

“Nolan. Dr. Nolan.” She corrected him by reflex—no one addressed her by any other name.

Did his jaw tense? He moved, and the hooded cap slid off his head, to reveal his sharp, angular features and messy dark hair, no longer shadowing the dark brown depths of his deep-set eyes.

Dangerous. The rational whisper danced inside her head.

“Who the hell are you?” Tingles of awareness and peril skittered up her spine, like the time when she was on a crime location, and the killer managed to sneak up behind her. Trusting her gut that day—those shivers—kept her alive, when she didn’t hesitate to look like a chicken, and called the chief inspector into the room with her.

The moment here was one such instance too, urging her to call for backup. She felt her hand itch, where it lay against her trouser pocket. All she needed to do was grab her cell phone and call all her acquaintances in the police—in short, the whole London Metropolitan force.

“I told you. I am Dr. Gillespie, the one treating your daughter for that bad tackle.”

She snorted. “I have met the man.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “You met my uncle. He’s away, and I’m filling in for him.”

“Oh.” His explanation killed the wind in her sails. Some of the pent-up tension left her body, and she winced at the weary ache that settled in her stiff muscles. Looking him over, she knew he didn’t lie. Nothing in his body language betrayed him, and his eyes didn’t dart left or right when he spoke to her, focused directly on her face. She’d watched enough interrogations to pick up body language cues.

Still not a hundred percent convinced, she squinted, and hoped the harsh planes of his face, the pointed chin and nose, and shaggy dark locks, would clue her in about him. After a moment, when she realized she rudely stared, she gave up. Corpses clued her in on their deaths—and lives—while living beings were almost an alien race.

He wasn’t lying, that was a given. Her suspicions allayed a little, and she relaxed her shoulders, before drawing to her full height to stand straight.

So he is the doctor. Margo stroked a wayward dark curl from Emma’s forehead. “She isn’t running a fever.”

He crossed his arms, strong hands coming to rest on his jumper sleeves. Tension left him, too, and his body slackened into a casual pose. He rested one hip against the side of the high-backed sofa. “Not anymore. Seems she fell and grazed her shin yesterday. Left untreated, the wound got infected.”

Oh, Em. Why didn’t you say anything?

Because Margo wasn’t around—that’s why.

Margo hung her head. She was on call 24/7. Men thrived in her line of work. Women, not so much. The demands on the pathologist’s private life were all consuming. There existed no place to fit a child or a semblance of family life. What would she do with a daughter?

Three weeks ago, she received the call that had changed her life. Ednah Milburn, Emma’s maternal grandmother, was dying, and Margo was the next in line to become Emma’s guardian. What happened to Cora?—Emma’s mother and Margo’s estranged best friend—she had asked . . . only to be informed that Cora had died five years earlier. Margo was not prepared for the next revelation, either—that Cora had named Margo as Emma’s guardian, were anything to happen to her. But Emma’s grandmother, Ednah, had concealed the will, and taken the little girl in, leaving Cambridge to start a new life in Camberry, Surrey, where no one knew them. The lawyer brought Margo up to speed on the phone. Ednah had suffered a stroke and wouldn’t survive beyond the next forty-eight hours.

Margo had rushed to the hospital, for the first time in her life leaving an autopsy halfway through, to find her baby girl, grown into a tall, beautiful, auburn-haired tween. Emma had taken one look at her in that sterile hospital corridor, and rushed into her arms.

They hadn’t looked back . . . . But, right then, Margo knew she hadn’t looked forward, either. How would she accommodate a child in her life? The sleeping girl before her needed a mother . . . .

Emma whimpered. Margo shushed her with a soothing caress on her forehead. Nothing should distress her little girl.


The word was soft, groggy, full of trust and the conviction that “mummy” would make everything all right.

“I’m here, luv.” The phrase barely made it past the lump in Margo’s throat. Mummy had been Emma’s first word, spoken to her, and not to Cora, Emma’s birth mother. Cora, who had gallivanted around like a flitting butterfly, content to leave her baby girl in Margo’s care at home, in the tiny flat they shared near the Cambridge university campus. Between studying for her many exams and looking after Emma, Margo’s life was complete. And she also had Harry in her world—

Don’t think of Harry.

She forced her mind to return to the present.

Even after all these years, Emma still thought of her as her “other Mum”. Should she be grateful and embrace the title, or be scared out of her wits at the terrible job she’d most certainly do as a mother? She recalled how panicked she’d been at Emma’s first bout with colic, at three months. Cora wasn’t home again, and Margo had rushed the baby to Casualty at two a.m., only to be told that first-time mums had a right to panic but that she had nothing to worry about, colic being a standard baby ailment.

“Ms. Nolan?”

Margo tore her misting eyes from the tween and blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

“She’ll be okay.”

“Yes.” She bit her lip. “Yes, she will.”

She’d make sure of that. Seven years ago, Emma had been torn from her care, and from her world. Fate had given her another chance, one she wouldn’t relinquish without a fight.

Margo took a deep breath, her gaze going from the doctor to Emma and back again. “What do we do from here on?”

He straightened to his full height and uncrossed his arms; he let them fall to his sides. From her position on the arm of the sofa, she had to crane her neck to look at him. Easily six-four tall, with wide shoulders in perfect proportion to his big stature.

Margo’s mouth went dry and she gulped. He surely was a man who had a daunting physical presence. The skitters of unease flittered over her spine again, and she wondered who would come to save her from him.

Get a grip!

“Come to the desk. Emma will be fine for a few minutes.”

With reluctance, Margo peeled her arms from where they were propped on the armchair’s back.

Be on your guard, her brain screamed.

“I’m Jamie Gillespie. We haven’t been properly introduced.” He stood on the other side of the wide oak table, and didn’t extend his hand.

She hitched her arms to her sides and nodded. “Margo Nolan.”

At the desk, she settled into a chair opposite him. “How is she faring? I mean, really. Please don’t hide anything from me.”

If he heard the worry and panic in her voice, she didn’t care. They were talking about Emma, about her little girl.

“Not too bad. Just, like I told you, the wound on her leg got infected. She developed a fever, and a dizzy spell on the pitch meant she fell and twisted her ankle.”

“But, she’ll be okay?” Never mind that she was herself a medical doctor. Facts and logic had left, to create a wide berth for emotion to play havoc with her mind.

Jamie chuckled. “No need to be so worried. She’ll be good as new in a few days. The fever’s come down but . . . .” He paused. “You didn’t notice she had a high temperature this morning?”

Margo glanced away from his intent eyes, then returned her gaze to his face. Cursed be the good manners her mother had instilled in her, namely, to always look squarely at a person when addressing him. “I wasn’t with her today. I had to stay overnight at work.”

He clenched his jaw; his nostrils flared slightly.

He probably thought she was one of these career-minded mothers whose only claim to motherhood was to carry a child in her womb for nine months.

And that was not even applicable to her.

“Listen,” she said, then thought better of trying to explain the technicalities of her incompetent, so far, journey into parenthood. Why did she care what he thought of her as a mother? “Can I take her home?”

His thick brows furrowed. “Yes. Just make sure the fever doesn’t come back; five hundred milligrams of paracetamol every four to six hours should do the trick. I’ll see her again for the sprain in two days. If there’s anything, don’t hesitate to call me.”

“Will do.” Margo stood. Her gaze fell on the sleeping Emma. How would she get her home? Paracetamol and painkillers had probably knocked the girl out.

“Is your car outside?” Jamie asked.

She nodded. “I parked in front of the porch.”

“I’ll carry her, if you want.”

She acquiesced with a nod and a sigh of relief, grateful for his help. Emma wasn’t a big girl; still, the tween’s weight wouldn’t be easy for her to manage all the way into the car. Doing autopsies day in, day out didn’t build strong arm muscles.

Jamie scooped Emma up in his arms as if she weighed no more than a feather pillow.

Men. She shook her head. Nature blessed them with physical strength. Many abused that God-given privilege too, as she saw too often in her line of work.

Margo followed in the doctor’s footsteps as he delicately carried Emma out, then settled the sleeping girl into the back seat of her Audi Q5. He clicked her seat belt into place just as Margo reached in from the other side of the car to take over the task.

Their shoulders bumped and their heads came up at the same time. Mere inches separated them, and Margo made the mistake of looking into his face.

Bathed in the soft radiance of the porch lamp that spilled in through the back windshield, his features were an arresting play of light and shadows. Suddenly seeing him so up close that she could make out the errant eyelash that had fallen on his cheekbone, she froze. Her outer shell remained immobile, while inside, a storm of uncalled-for heat and yearning warred for possession of her brain and senses.

That’s a living, breathing man—a handsome, sexy creature in his own right. The red-hot memo wanted to sizzle its way all through her, but she couldn’t—wouldn’t—allow it.

Jamie Gillespie was definitely a hunk, and at first glance, not a day over thirty.

Latching onto him would be like cradle robbing. She was way over the big three-o, a few years shy of forty. She dreaded that prospect more than turning thirty, because with forty came peri-menopause; with it, hot flashes, followed by menopause, when many women went mental. Because she faced a dwindling biological clock with every year that passed, the minute she saw a man as desirable, she immediately viewed him as a baby-making machine, even though that had been less and less important over the last few years.

To see Jamie as sexy meant she could clearly picture herself making babies with him. A hot flash crept up her cheeks and stung her skin. She couldn’t—shouldn’t—picture him as anything but the local doctor. Men younger than thirty had a raging libido—Stop it!

She was further gone than she’d thought. Sex was not a possibility right then, especially not with Emma in her life. She had her child; the biological clock could go to hell in a hand basket. Let another pregnancy-craving young woman sink her teeth into the handsome Jamie.

But if she could sink her teeth into the flesh of his butt cheeks, run her tongue over the ridges of what she was sure were rock-hard pecs and abs—

Margo pinched herself hard and stifled the yelp of pain that tore her from her X-rated fantasies. A younger man was so not right for her . . . .

In the closed confines of the car interior, she blinked, and the fierce flutter of her eyelids shattered the paralysis that held her body prisoner. She moved and her hand brushed against his sleeve.

Soft, warm, yielding. Fine merino lamb’s wool—that was no punk-grunge clothing.

All the more perilous.

“Thank you.” She mumbled the words, and wondered if anything but a garbled sound came out of her mouth. Then she ducked out of the car before he could reply.

She slid into the driver’s seat and waited, without looking back, for him to close the passenger door. Once she heard the soft thump, Margo hightailed out of there, as if the hounds of hell pursued her.

In a way, they were. These hounds were those of desire and longing, to Margo, the most terrifying of all.

***End of excerpt***

Love it!  I’m already drawn to your characters.  What is the best part of the writing process for you?

Coming up with new characters. I love the process of getting to know them, to have them develop in my mind like fully-formed people; learn to know them like I would a new friend. Sometimes they surprise me, and that’s another thrill in the ride.

The worst?

Edits, especially the first brush-through you have to do just after finishing the draft in full. There’s no longer the rush of finishing the story, of uncovering what happens next. You already know how it ends, and sometimes, at this point, you’ve been with this story for weeks so you’re kinda sick of it already. And you have to look at the nitty-gritty stuff now – grammar, your crutch words, etc. That’s one of the steps I really, really dislike in writing.

Out of all the stories you’ve written, either published or not, what character did you bond with the most and why?

That would have to be Amelia Jamison from my first release, Walking The Edge (Corpus Brides: Book One), a romantic suspense/espionage thriller.

The thing is, Amelia has amnesia. She doesn’t remember her past, doesn’t know what’s happened to her and why she is where she is when the story starts.

When I started writing this story, I knew as much about Amelia as what she did too, which was basically what her ‘husband’ Peter told her. But something about Peter and his story rang fake, fabricated, and that knowledge jarred with me as it did with Amelia. That’s when she starts on the quest that takes her from London to Marseille, in France, to discover her true identity and what she feels Peter doesn’t want her to figure out.

Amelia’s quest became mine – every step she took, every discovery she made, I made it right along with her. The journey to find her forgotten memory was one I took too, with her, through her, as her even. She uncovered herself, and I as the author uncovered who she was at the same time. In a way, I was living her life, so to speak – that’s why there’s this connection between me and her.

What’s the best advice you received on your journey to publication?

Stay true to yourself.

Ultimately, at the end of the day, you have to be able to look yourself in the mirror and not be ashamed of who and what you are, of what you’re doing, of what you’re writing. I wrote under pen names before, and these made me not have to look myself in the eye in the mirror. But when I did look, I found out I couldn’t look myself in the eye. What I was doing, well, I wasn’t proud of myself. In short, I wasn’t being true to myself.

So I broke from that and started on the path where I could hold my head high and be proud to say what I do and how I do it. I ditched the pen names, became ‘me’ even in writing, and that has been the most liberating thing I’ve ever done.  🙂 I wish others would heed this message too – you can only be good as long as you’re being true to yourself. That’s the only way your fulfillment and happiness will come about.

Wonderful advice :)Will you give us a sneak peek into what you are or will be working on next?

Sure! I’m currently penning the next book in the Destiny’s Child series. That series is about a child that destiny brings into the lives to an unlikely couple – the couple might have biological ties with the child or not, and it will be their job to create a family unit and find love in the process.

The next book in the series is called Glory Days, and takes place in the ritzy and glamorous world of London’s elite; it’s the story of Swedish shipping magnate Stellan Elriksen and bestselling crime novelist Kelsey Clegg. The world thinks they don’t know each other, but they’re wrong! Stellan & Kelsey were teenage lovers, before Kelsey ran away one day and Stellan was left mourning the end of his first love affair.

Kelsey hid a secret though – she was pregnant with Stellan’s child. Coming from the wrong side of the tracks, she did what she thought best – she gave the baby up for adoption.

Fast-forward to now, nineteen years later. Kelsey knocks on Stellan’s door, asking for his help. It turns out their daughter, at 18, has just had a premature baby, and didn’t survive the birth. It’s now up to Kelsey and Stellan to fight for the baby’s custody, together.

But how can they put their differences aside, especially when Stellan finds out he has a daughter, whom he’ll never know now? Kelsey lied, and those lies cost him his child. Will he ever be able to forgive Kelsey, and can they now work together to bring up their granddaughter together?

And finally Zee, where can we find you and your books?

I’m all across the Internet  🙂 Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads – you can find me on there as Zee Monodee and friend/follow me.

My blog is Here you’ll find all my books and the links to grab them from their respective publisher’s website.

Hugs to you Zee…so glad you visited and good luck with your release and your future releases.  🙂

Thanks for having me over today, Christine! It’s been a lot of fun 🙂


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10 – 4 Tuesday

Welcome to 10 – 4 Tuesday!  This is a new forum on my blog which will feature either an author or someone in a position related to publishing, editing, promoting or a service that is writing related.  I will only be offering this forum on occasion, one to maybe two times a month.  If anyone wants to participate, email me to set up a date  🙂

Here’s how it’ll work!  On 10 – 4 Tuesday I will ask our guest 10 questions about themselves and their service and then 4 questions for fun 🙂  So, let’s get started.

Today’s guest is Carey AbbottHi Carey, Thanks for joining me for the first ever 10 – 4  Tuesday 🙂

Thank you for having me as your first guest. 

We’re going to jump right in with the first 10.  To start out, tell us a bit about yourself.

Well I’m a paranormal romance writer. Most of you know me by my pen name Tabitha Blake. I love all the creatures of the night. They fascinate me. I write sexy angels, demons, vampires, and shifters.

I’m the mother of four wonderful kids and when I married my hubby I was blessed with adding two wonderful boys who bring the number of children to up six. Never a dull moment. LOL!

Reading is something I am very passionate about. If I’m not writing then you will find me curled up with my Kindle. I read a wide variety of stories, from paranormal to contemporary. I just love books! I surround myself with the writing world, doesn’t matter if I’m reading, writing or blogging.

Carey, you amaze me!  With all of that going on I’m impressed you’ve started a new venture…but before we go there tell us a little about the types of books you write.

I write paranormal romance and paranormal suspense. Right now I’m working on Soul Extraction. Here I will give you a little blurb.

Blurb: Soul Extraction

Lyric VanBuren is a hardened FBI agent with a chip on her shoulder. Driven by the need to hunt down sadistic killers since her parent’s brutal deaths. But she has never crossed paths with one so vile as the Red Rose Killer. She thought she knew the face of evil but now she’s not so sure.

Craigen Archer was once one of Gods most esteemed angels, but not any more. Now he is just a lousy drunk without a future, one mistake and he was banished from the heavenly realm. Labeled one of the fallen, stripped of his angel powers, until God summons him with a request. Hunt down the notorious soul-sucking demon, Nyx. Redemption is in his grasp; the only thing standing in his way is one very nasty demon.

Lyric and Craigen’s worlds collide when he is assigned as her partner to work the Red Rose Killer case. She works alone and makes that quite clear to him from the start. With time running out, he has to open her eyes to a world she never knew existed and hope for the best. He has to find a way to make her believe or she may lose her soul to one of the worst demons to ever walk the earth. But will it be enough to save her soul and establish his rightful place in heaven?

Now that sound action packed and I have to say I love the character names you’ve chosen!  Well done 🙂  Besides writing, you’ve also started a new venture, a service to assist authors who are self publishing.  Will you share with us what it is specifically that you offer?

I’ve started E-Book Cover Designs By Carey. As a writer, I know how expensive a professional cover can cost and that got me to thinking. I wanted to help self-published authors in their dream to join the ranks of the published. My covers are personalized to what each author wants and don’t carry the hefty price tag most do. This was started to be a helpful resource to writers. As a writer myself I know how overwhelming and expensive it all can be.

How did this new venture come about?

A friend of mine was struggling with making her own cover, or paying hundreds of dollars for a professional cover. So I started to play around with making covers and they turned out pretty good. After she’d seen a few I had done she asked me to make a cover for her. Then I realized I could do it without it costing the writer hundreds of dollars and that’s when E-Book Cover Designs By Carey was born.

Love it!  Do you design covers for any genre?

So far I have only done romance covers but I’m open to making covers for any genre. Everyone deserves a great cover.

To give everyone an idea of your talent, I’ve posted a few of your covers!  I’m a reader who is first drawn to a book by the cover (I know, don’t judge a book by the cover…but hey…lol) so I have to say yours really catch the eye!  Nice job.  What goes into getting the book cover just right?

First I send you an order form and you tell me as much about your story as possible. I ask for H/H description, blurb, your vision for the cover, colors, etc. Then I find pictures that fit your vision. Once you approve a few of the pictures, I start working on two covers. Then I send them to the author and once he/she approves the right cover, then the cover is paid for and I remove the watermarks and send it to the author. If for some reason neither cover is right then I start over, but if it’s something simple like the font then I make changes. My ultimate goal is to make sure the author loves their cover.

Give us the link to your website. and I can be contacted at

Are you planning on adding more services to your website besides cover design?

Probably not, or at least not at the moment. Making covers and writing take up a lot of time. I don’t want to lose too much of my writing time.

About how long does it take from the time an order is place and you come to a meeting of the minds on what the author desires before a cover is delivered?

This all depends on how meticulous the writer is on what they want. I did a cover not long ago, we had it figured out, and she had the finished product in two days. The average time frame is five to fourteen days but that all depends on how busy I am. But your cover can be rushed if you pay an extra 10.00.

What is the price range?

Covers range from $30 to $70.  But you can get a really nice cover for $30.

Congrats on your new venture Carey….now let’s get to the 4 🙂  What’s your favorite thing to do for fun?

I’m an avid reader. I would rather read than do anything else. But if you want to know something not many know I do for fun and want a little shock then here’s a tid bit for ya. I love to play Rock Band. LOL! I sing and play base and keyboard. I just love it! So every once in awhile I release my inner rock star.

LOL…your inner rock star…L O V E  I T!!!  Share your favorite quote (or if you don’t have one…feel free to make one up)

Something I have always told my kids and my husband. “If it makes you happy…then it makes me happy.”

Put these 5 words into a sentence:  Slide, Outside, Love, Pucker, Soda 

Okay the romance writer in my came out in this response. But this was tough. I really had to think on this one. LOL! But here we go.

The slide of his tongue grazed the outside of her puckered lips, he loved that she tasted like cherry soda lip-gloss.

Nice job!  If you were told you were moving to a desert island and could only take 3 things with you, what would you take?

  1. My Hubby…he is my real life hero. Can’t imagine life without him. Is that considered a thing? Hmm? Not sure. But I’m taking him anyway. LOL!
  2. My Kindle…I read constantly. Last year I bought over 300 books. No joke!
  3. Chocolate…can’t live without my chocolate. Hopefully it doesn’t melt! LOL!

Great answers 🙂  Thanks again for visiting with us Carey!  And for being a good sport 🙂  So excited you were my first guest.  Before we wave good-bye, let us know if there are any other links you’d like to share so we can find you and your services online 🙂

Book Cover Website:

Contact email: or you can contact me from my site.

Writer Website:


Writer Blog:

Writer Email:

Recent release: Tethered Hearts/It’s a free read.

Thank you so much for having me Christine. It was so much fun! But I always have fun checking out your blogs. Your ideas are just so unconventional and I mean that in a good way. You keep me entertained and laughing. I was honored to be your first guest!

Glad you enjoy my blogs Carey.  That’s a wonderful compliment 🙂  And thank you again for joining us and I wish you MUCH success in your new venture as well as your writing 🙂


Posted by on January 17, 2012 in 10 - 4 Tuesday


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Friday Fun Facts

Hi and welcome to Friday Fun Facts!  Come play along and learn something new about me, and I’ll learn something new about you.

Do you ever find yourself sitting in front of the television flicking the remote endlessly from channel to channel until you go through all the stations and start over?  Do you ever find yourself wondering how come the night you actually have time to sit down and watch a TV program there isn’t anything on?

Although I’m not a big fan of television, and find quite often it’s on as background noise, there are times I want to tune in…to something.  Most of the time I struggle to find something on tv that I really want to watch.  I admit there are a few shows I like, but I’m not one who remembers the night they are on or even what station.  And I suppose that’s because, although I like them, I’m not that attached.  I do enjoy shows like Law & Order SVU, CSI, Dateline, 48 Hours Mystery…just to name a few.  And there are still other shows that I’ve heard about or seen clips of that look good, and I tell myself I should check it out, then forget about it.

But I also have a few deep dark secrets.  Shows that, like I mentioned above, I don’t actually have the time slot and station listed on my calendar, but when I come across them while surfing, I’ll stop and tune in.

Yes, those shows that are my guilty pleasure.  You know the ones I’m talking about.  Shows that have high ratings, but nobody seems to watch.  LOL…I mean nobody seems to admit to watching.  Well, I’m breaking the mold folks.  I’m going to step forward and share my guilty pleasures—yes as in plural form meaning more than one.

I’m of the firm belief that we all have at least one.  ONE (or more) of those shows that only your best friend knows you indulge.  One (or more) of those shows that comes up in casual conversation at work, or while you are out and about with friends and makes everyone laugh while you join in a bit self-concsiously, tugging at your collar, turning beet red.  And if you do admit to having seen it—once…okay maybe twice—you don’t recall if you watched the whole episode (yeah right) or what time or station it was on (yeah right again…lol)

Okay, I’m going to do it first and admit my guilty pleasure…and I can already hear the snickers.  I have no clue what possessed me to delve into this subject…it’s not like I didn’t have other subjects to talk about…but for some reason I wanted to hear—no make that double check…validate—that I’m not the only one.

I guess that thought makes me a bit nervous, but I’m still going for it.  It would be funny if I really was the only one that admitted to some of these guilty pleasures…but I’m pretty confident there are others out there like me.  LOL…at least I hope.  How awkward would I feel if it was me alone?  Solo.  On my own.  Lonely.  You get the picture…lol

Sorry, I’m getting off track…so let me get back to talk of guilty pleasures.  My guilty pleasures—at least when it comes to television—is reality tv!  I can hear the gasps of surprise…I know!  Shocking eh?

You have to admit there are tons of reality shows out and some of them are pretty silly.  Some are just flat out stupid and others are actually kind of interesting.

One show I’ve watched since the beginning is SURVIVOR.  From the first episode well over 10 years ago I was hooked.  I do admit that the last 2 seasons have become old hat, but I still watch it.  I don’t’ know what it is about that show, but I always look forward to the new season.  Years ago I worked in a small office and I organized a game for all of us to play…and yep, everyone tuned in.  We would each draw a name of one of the players and we were that person until the end.  Each week we put in a dollar and when you were voted off you were done.  The last 2 players split the money 60-40….it was fun.  That’s how addicted I can get.  lol

Another guilty pleasure I’m going to admit to, in the realm of reality television, is Storage Wars….hahahaha…I even laugh at myself for watching it.  Really, think about it.  What is so exciting and interesting about watching a group of people bid on storage lockers so they can resell the contents or find something amazing to collect?  I have no clue.  I think it’s the thrill of the recliner hunt…checking out to see if they find something totally incredible that they’ll make oodles of dollars off of it and retire to their own private tropical island.  I had to laugh though when my daughter fessed up to loving the show too!  I guess this sickness is hereditary.

There’s been other shows I’ve watched here and there.  I enjoy Pawn Stars, used to watch America’s Next Top Model (until that station was taken off our cable service) and I laugh at What Not to Wear and Say Yes to the Dress.

Now I will admit that although I like some reality shows, the only one that I make sure to tune into is SURVIVOR.  The others are shows I’ll stop and watch if I run across them in my channel surfing.  (No…really)  hahaha

Which brings me to today’s Friday Fun Fact question….Drum roll please….

I want you to dig deep, pull up your big girl/boy pants and fess up!  What is your guilty pleasure when you watch television?  Is there a show that you like, maybe even LOVE, that you don’t  tell many about?  It doesn’t have to be a reality television show, just any show that isn’t something most people would picture you’d watch, but you do and enjoy.

Looking forward to reading your answers!


Posted by on January 14, 2012 in Day to Day Life, Friday Fun Facts


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