Shelli Stevens

Man, it’s day three of two kids and the house is TRASHED. My writing is suffering a bit, but if I’m really determined I can make myself write late at night. And I do. Last night I finished that sex scene, so I guess my characters should talk. Or something. LOL.

I laid in the sun and sat in the plastic wading pool again. I did this without sunblock. Purposely. Usually I’m the queen of sunscreen, and delaying wrinkles. But I NEED a tan–at least a hint of color before I go to Nationals. So I’m a bit Kentucky-fried-Shelli. Or, Seattle-fried-Shelli.

So my review for Tourist Attraction goes up tomorrow in Literary Sass. Don’t forget to check it out! Literary Sass. They emailed me a preview of it and… I really can say anymore.

My pic of the day is personal :) I posted this in Divas, and thought it was funny enough to put here too. I was fashionably challenged in high school, and am not shy to admit it. I’ve got my stuff together now, well somewhat. But here’s what I looked like in high school. And I think I have an uncanny resemblance to Mrs. Doubtfire. What do you think?

Man I’m blogging late tonight! Ack I can’t even believe I’m up at this hour. But I was getting some writing done. I had a love scene I was working on. My hero and heroine were tired, I’m telling you, I started it at six and it’s almost one. That’s seven hours of sex. Even my characters get burned out after that long ;)

Actually I have my friend’s daughter for a few days so she can have some time off. So I’ve got two kids right now, so the writing is getting squeezed in. But I have to say… I had some great inspiration recently for this novel. No, I didn’t do anything naughty. But I thought about it. And suddenly my novel has taken a turn again. My heroine is plus sized, and my hero is now African American. And I am LOVING writing this book. I keep pushing myself with writing. Paranormals, interracial, plus sized heroines (that’s not such a stretch, I’m a meat and potatoes girl. Well, except I don’t eat steak. Or potatoes. French fries sometimes!) Anyhow, who ever ends up with this Caveman entry I hope will love it as much as I do!

Lacy and her daughter came over to play today. We all sat outside in the sun, sat in the plastic wading pool. So great. Gotta love it. And Emma fell again, pushing her pretend shopping cart, and cut up like four fingers. She’s digging the Care Bear bandaids now.

Thanks for all the congrats and support yesterday, you guys. I know I don’t usually comment in the comments, but I read everyone and always get all gooey and ‘ahhh.’ Trust me. I get all bummed on the days no one comes to say hi!

ACK it’s after one. I need to go to bed. The kids will be up wanting peach crepes in about 6 hours.

Okay, since most of you are out of town probably for the holidays the pics of the day are gonna be a little more sucky. More cute or boring. Yesterday’s was the first sucky one. This is more of a cute one. Deal with it! :) Love you!

Wow, what a day. It was really kinda crazy. I went to Whidbey Island to hang out with friends and family. Got to spend the day BBQ’ing, garage saleing, seeing family and friends, including an old one I haven’t seen in awhile. And I sat in the sun. Because, my lanta, I’m done with the bottle tanner. I look like I rolled in a pile of rusty crap or something! Argh. If I can just fry my white arse legs a little before Nationals I’ll be a happy girl.

Okay, now for the big news. I got an email sent to the Cobblestone Authors loop listing the Best Sellers, and I’m number one! I’m on cloud nine, and freaking exhausted. Promo is hard work. Unfortunately, you can’t just write a good book and expect to be a best seller. I wish! Argh. I doubt it’ll be a repeat process, unless people read me the first time and got hooked on my writing and buy every book I write here on out…. oh, what? Where am I? Oh… I’m dreaming. Thanks to everyone who bought my book, seriously, I owe you guys the biggest hug! The the list of top 5 sellers are up on the CP site! It’s great, check it out! http://http://www.cobblestone-press.com/bestsellers.htm

I meant to promo the Friday releases yesterday but blogger wouldn’t let me put in pics for some reason. Does that ever happen to you? So here they are, a day late. But first…

Here’s my pic of the day….

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Wounded and left to die on the Colorado plains, Elliotte Sorin is a woman with incomplete memories. Beau Hyatt saves her life and she vows that with this handsome brooding man she will never be alone again. As his gunfighter past intrudes into their lives, and his absences from her increase, her loneliness deepens.

She turns to Liam Mederi and finds endless love in his welcoming arms and smiling green eyes. Deadly jealousy rages when Beau questions the paternity of her unborn child and the two men meet in a violent confrontation that threatens to destroy more than one life.

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After living apart from the world for over a century, the Eagle Clan must return in search of mates or face certain extinction. Athair leads them to another clan, but is betrayed and attacked, forcing him to accept help from a human veterinarian who he suddenly realizes is exactly the hope they so desperately need.

All that remains is escaping a murderous pack, protecting his adopted sons, and convincing Hope that she is strong enough to be his mate as well as a powerful member of the Valàfrn clans.

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Firefighter, Aaron Montana, doused flames for a living. But would country music singer, Bailey Carson, be the one to cause an inferno he couldn’t extinguish? He’d been burned in relationships one too many times, but something in Bailey’s voice soothed him more than the smoothest whiskey. So why was he still sitting in his usual spot at the back table drooling in his bourbon, and going home alone?

Bailey Carson would struggle for what she wanted with her last breath. Little did she know the man of her fantasies could take her breath away with one brush of his lips.

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