Monday, May 20, 2013

New Book Cover for The Sublime Miss Paige

I absolutely love this new book cover for The Sublime Miss Paige.  I like how the artist added a Mid-century Modern house at the bottom.  The book takes place in a small forgotten suburb of Palm Springs, California, called Last Chance.

Miss Willow Paige has taken Last Chance by storm, remodeling the decrepit Searchlight Motel.  She discovers a menu from the motel’s bordello days that describes unspeakable sex acts, firing up her imagination.  Building inspector Steffen Jung wants to check out more than her wiring, and he makes a proposal to Willow.  He will fulfill her lifelong fantasy of watching two men going hard at it.
Steffen is the most notorious womanizer in Last Chance, but he soon meets his match in cattle rancher Amadeo Barbieri.  Amadeo has lusted after Steffen since Steffen was the football quarterback, and now Amadeo can finally fulfill his fantasies, too.  The bordello menu guides the trio on a tour of erotic passions that is “Not Just Sex—A Trip!” 
Their scenes are constantly interrupted by crazed memorabilia-seeker Ronnie Dobbs.  They soon discover Ronnie is looking for more than a Rat Packer’s wristwatch, and the chase is on.
This is how I pictured Willow Paige:
And here is Steffen Jung, the sexy building inspector played by Michael Fassbender:
And of course I had to recycle reliable old Joe Manganiello to play rancher Amadeo Barbieri:

Friday, May 10, 2013

Tahhh dahh! Presenting Myshkin Gitchy Goomy, the Terror of Tiny Town

Now, I know she doesn't look like much of a terror.

"How could this little puppy possibly be the Terror of Tiny Town?" you might ask.  Well, she says, "Spunk! I has it!"  She's only 8 weeks old and I taught her to "sit" today in about five minutes. She already wears a big girl collar and walks on a leash, and today learned to climb almost to the top of the stairs to the second story.

But in between, she's tear-assing around the house and garden in a peeing and drinking and chewing frenzy!  It's been 10 years since I've had a pup and I've forgotten how they are.  Or I'm that much older, and it's exhausting me. 

Here she is, already learning to drive, for crying out loud!  We went up to Montana, near Missoula where the breeder has a 60,000 acre cattle ranch.  We had the luxury to choose between two brown females.  We chose Myshkin because she seemed "calmer."  Hah!  The breeder must've had her on Doggie Downers because when we got her home (after a two-day drive) she hauled ass doing figure eights like a crazy girl!

Here she is, fooling everyone with her demure, introspective face.  I put up furniture and cardboard and a kiddie gate today in order to finish my editor's edits on my current manuscript while keeping one eye out for the Terror of Tiny Town.  I'm sure I missed a few edits because it was nearly impossible.  I can put her in her crate but she screams blue murder.  Our neighbor was all "What was all that noise last night?"
Here she looks exactly like my dearly departed Ishmael at the same age.  Exactly. Except Myshkin has a little white splash on her chest.  Look at that devious face.  She says, "Impishness!  I has it!"  Stay tuned for the next chapter in the saga of Tiny Town.