Oct. 29, 2016
Hello Book Lovers!
We are powering through autumn and headed toward the Holidays.
I’m a Midwestern chick who moved to L.A. years ago, but I still root for my hometown teams. Mad props to the Chicago Cubbies who for the first time in 71 years cinched the National Division Championship and are in the World Series. Woot Woot! Let’s beat the curse of the Goat and win this one for Ernie, Harry, and all the other long-suffering fans out there!
In Book News:
Holy moly, someone put my feet to the fire and I’ve got a few new books for you! I finally finished Royally Wed (Ladies-in-Waiting: Book Two) the sequel to Part-time Princess the Royal Rom-Com I wrote and published in 2014.
I apologize for the delay between books, but my mom died, and life veered off course. Writing this very funny story about a down-on-her-luck commoner who impersonates a Lady, and falls for the wrong Prince helped me get through a tough time. Comedy can be healing.
Ladies-in-Waiting: Book One
Ladies-in-Waiting: Book Two
Lucy Trabbicio, former cocktail waitress and down-to-earth American commoner, is about to marry the man of her dreams, Prince Nicholas Frederick of Fredonia in the posh royal wedding of the year.
But something goes very wrong on the way to the altar. Now it’s up to Lucy, her party-hard, take-no-prisoners Ladies-in-Waiting, and Nick’s opinionated Royal Nana to solve the debacle, and get her back into sexy Prince Nick’s arms in time to be Royally Wed, as well as royally bed!
I lay collapsed on my back, naked except for the tiara on my head. An ornate silver cheese platter rested on the bed next to me. “Hey, aren’t we supposed to be attending a surprise party tonight?” I fanned my face.
“No, Lucy.” Prince Nicholas Frederick Timmel of Fredonia picked up the tray and placed it on a nightstand. “But thanks for the appetizers.” He wrapped his muscular arms around me and squeezed me tight as he lay next to me—scratch that—for-the-most-part on top of me, on the king-size feather top bed. “We’ve attended back-to-back pre-wedding galas, cocktail parties, and family gatherings. Tonight is blessedly free. I think you’re simply exhausted from the jet lag and the time change.”
“You mean from our most recent round of toe-curling sex.” I pinched my forearm and reminded myself for the hundredth time that this was not a dream, nor had I been out boozing with my ladies-in-waiting.
“Ow!” Nick said. “You need to be nicer to HRH if you want him to make another royal appearance.”
Oops—that wasn’t my forearm.
“Sorry! I totally thought you were kidding when you told me your—I mean—the little prince’s nickname.” In a former life, I was a cocktail waitress. Now I was engaged to a real Prince, he of the black hair, the blue eyes, and the remarkable royal jewels. How could this be?
“I would never kid about HRH,” Nick said. “He can be overly-sensitive.”
“An admirable trait,” I said. “I don’t know, Nick. I distinctly remember an invitation that mentioned a surprise party. There was a photo of a woman’s finger pressed over her lips and the word ‘Shh!’ was engraved in big black letters on the cover.”
“No, Lucy. You’re remembering that time a few months ago when we visited the Viking Museum in Oslo.” He snuggled his five o’clock scruffy shadow into my cheek and nibbled on my ear. “The docent went out of her way to publicly admonish us.”
“You mean the cranky woman whose face resembled a pickle when she said ‘Shh!’ and told us to ‘cease our boisterous laughter?’”
“The very same,” he said. “I still remember her warm spittle striking my cheek when she uttered the words, ‘Hold opp!’ Emphasis on the hard d and ps.”
“Docent Marte,” I said. “Was she the one who was upset that we were kissing in public?”
“Kissing?” He waggled his eyebrows. “She complained that I was fondling your—”
“Right,” I said and mimicked Docent Marte’s outraged alto voice, complete with her thick accent. “‘Only women who are BREASTFEEDING are allowed to go TOPLESS in the Royal Viking Museum!’ Jeez! I was totally not topless.”
Nick smiled. “Well sweetie, you kind of were—”
“A nipple slip is technically not topless. I think she was jealous. You had your haircut that week, Nick, and you looked exceptionally handsome. Very rugged. Very royal.”
Royally Wed #Two
Ladies-in-Waiting: Book Three
Lucy, Prince Nicholas, and the Ladies-in-Waiting are up to trouble in Book Three! Available for pre-order and on shelves soon!
Pre-order iBooks: https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/book/royally-wed-two/id1165537730?mt=11
PRAISE for The Ladies-in-Waiting Romantic Comedy Series:
“It’s My Fair Lady meets Ms. Congeniality…” ~ Sara Steven at Chick Lit Central Blog
“Why can’t I be a Part-Time Princess?! Amazing, I loved this book!!” ~ London Dreaming
“AHHHHH I LOVELOVELOVE this Book!” ~ Maryam Dinzly
In Cat and Book News:
I checked my sanity at the door, wrote, and published a hilarious Secret Agent Cat Mystery.
To Live and Let Lie
A Theodore von Pumpernickle Secret Agent Cat Mystery, #1
Theodore von Pumpernickle looks like a mild mannered, domesticated, long-haired cat living a quiet life in the seaside village of Venice Beach, California.
Looks can be deceiving, can’t they?
In reality, Theodore is a Secret Agent Cat Double O Nine, working undercover for the Pet Intelligence Agency (P.I.A.) spying on evil masterminds and diabolical geniuses that seek chaos and world domination.
When Theodore’s bejeweled cat food bowl (worth ONE MILLION DOLLARS) is stolen, he takes on an international cartel of criminals trafficking in priceless stolen jewels.
With the help of other P.I.A. agents: Flyby the carrier pigeon, Mozart the German shepherd dog, and Susan — the eighty-five year old Super Spy, Theodore dives into dangerous espionage waters where he is forced to use all his Double O Nine brains, brawn, and special gadgets.
Will the evil masterminds and their minions win at last — or will Theodore von Pumpernickel, Secret Agent Cat save the day?
Real Spy recipes included. Grab this hilarious book!
My YA Time Travel book THE MESSENGER (Mortal Beloved, #1) will be FREE next week on Free Booksy at the following sites. It is NOT permafree, so grab it while you can.
Thanks for hanging out!
Talk with you soon!