February 14, 2014

Are You on Drugs?

I am in the middle of copy edits for Across the Line, Book 2 from the In The Zone series. This is when my editor--the fabulous Melissa Johnson--points out the small stuff that I may have missed, including any typos I may have made.

I come across a comment from her in the sidebar that says "LOL."

I look at the manuscript to see what was so funny. I love to see what makes her laugh. I want to know if it's something that made me laugh too.

Unfortunately, I didn't see an intentional joke. The hero, Calder, is talking to his girlfriend, Becca, about how much better he played that night. Calder thinks it may have been that the coach put him on the starting line-up.

I look more carefully at the sidebar. I see that Melissa has deleted two letters. TH.

Hm.

Then it comes to me. What I really typed. I crack up.

"Okay, but the difference between the first game and this one was like night and day. What happened?

"I don't know. I think maybe it was because Coach started meth tonight."


February 11, 2014

Meeting the Kings

The other day I got to meet Willie Mitchell and Slava Voynov, both defensemen for the Los Angeles Kings. It was a blast. They were signing autographs at the Staples store in Burbank, about a 20 minute drive for me. (For those of you who don't know, the Kings play in the Staples Center. The Kings aren't just choosing an office supply store as the ideal place to sign autographs.)

The balloons indicate the signing area
I can imagine how strange we all looked to the regular shoppers.

It was fun to meet other fans and wallow in our geekiness. It's almost like having a secret identity and being allowed to shed the disguise for a couple of hours. In "private", I am a rabid LA Kings fan who owns a card containing a swatch from a Justin William's game-worn jersey. It is encased in plastic. It is a source of both pride and embarrassment. But at a fan event like the autograph session, I am among my peers. It is refreshing and exciting.


The rules of this signing: we could have one signature per player, we could take a photograph but would have to stay in front of the table.

Bummer. My son, who accompanied me, put his longboard and hat back in the car so that I could get my jersey signed by Slava and Willie. I love that boy so much. He knew how important it was to me to have the advent calendar I'd made signed by players.

I got really nervous as the line moved forward after an hour of waiting. The Ice Crew girls liked my  calendar. Slava signed first. I said hi. He said hi. That was the extent of our conversation. Maybe I should have learned a Russian greeting for the occasion. Good idea for next time.


Willie signed the back of the calendar and then asked to see it flipped around, because he didn't get a good look at it. I told him what it was and he really liked it. Bailey, the Kings mascot, gave it a thumbs-up. (I had him sign it too. Bailey is terrific.) By then the woman in charge was giving us the evil eye even though it was Willie who had chosen to hold up the line. (Back off, bitch! LOL) 


Here's what my jersey looks like now. (King, Nolan, Muzzin, Voynov, Mitchell)


And here's the front of the advent calendar.



February 8, 2014

On the Surface News!

I was on Amazon looking for pictures of my book covers for my web designer and look what I found!


My first hockey romance is available for pre-order!

What are you waiting for???

February 5, 2014

Winner!

The winner of the ARC for On The Surface is Kim P.!!!! Congratulations. I will email you as soon as the ARCs become available.

Thanks to everyone else for participating in the Sports Romance Blog Hop.

February 3, 2014

Blog Hopping, Shoes and Water Bottles

I'm so excited to be part of Cassandra Carr's Sports Romance Blog Hop. On The Surface, my first sports romance novel isn't coming out until April 14, but I wasn't about to let that stop me!

For this blog hop, I thought I would touch on an event in hockey history that ignited my imagination when I was just starting to write On The Surface. I had in my mind that I wanted my hero to have been recently traded from his old team amid a flurry of bad press. I turned to the internet for help.

Lo and behold, I found Mike Milbury's shoe incident. There was a fight. A fan started whacking the players with a hockey stick and Mike Milbury ended up going up into the stands and hitting a fan on the leg with his own shoe.

Here's a video if you're interested in seeing what actually transpired.

Inspired by this true event, I changed the item from a shoe to a water bottle and gave my hero, Tim Hollander, a strong reason to act the way he did. Here's an excerpt in which the incident is first mentioned in Chapter Two. Tim was traded to the San Diego Barracudas a couple of weeks earlier and is on his way to the car dealership to pick up his new Escalade. In the taxi, he has a conversation with the driver.


“What’s your name, man? People sometimes ask what famous people I’ve driven and I’d like to add your name to the list.”
“Tim Hollander. I play right wing. I’m a forward.”
“That’s offense, right?”
Tim laughed. So did Garcia.
“Hell, I told you baseball’s my game.”
“Yeah, forwards are offense.”
They continued on the 163 through a large interchange. The signs said they were in Mission Valley now. Tim relaxed, knowing this guy wasn’t going to hassle him about his performance last season or ask about Bottlegate. They talked some more. Garcia was easy to talk to. Part of the job, Tim figured. Cabbies were probably a lot like bartenders, but with wheels. Oddly, the more they talked, the more Tim felt like unloading and he ended up telling Garcia about Bottlegate anyway.
“Wait a second,” Garcia said. “Let me get this straight. The guy actually said that your daughter was better off dead than having a father like you?”
“Yes,” Tim said. The Philly fan had actually said much more than that while Tim had sat in the penalty box. He hadn’t shut up for a full minute, criticizing Tim’s play, or lack thereof, and eventually getting personal.
“What an asshole.”
“Thing is, my daughter had died only a few weeks before that.”
Silence.
“She died?”
“Yeah. Leukemia.”
“Shit, man.” Garcia met Tim’s gaze briefly in the rearview mirror. “I’m sorry to hear that. Really sorry. That’s fucked.”
“Thanks.” Tim gave him the tight-lipped smile he always did when people offered their sympathy.
           A few moments passed. “You know what, man? I admire your restraint. I probably would have done a lot more than hit him with a water bottle. I’d probably have killed the guy.”

So, I owe a debt of gratitude to Mike Milbury for inspiring Tim's tragic backstory, even if I don't care for his hockey commentary on NBCSN.

Like I said, On The Surface doesn't come out until April 14, but I want to give away an Advanced Reader Copy to one lucky person. There are many ways to enter. Make sure you leave your email address in the comment section so I can notify you if you win.


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Here are links to the rest of the authors participating in the blog hop. Please visit them to win more fun stuff!


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