Tuesday, February 24, 2009

So Excited!!!

I just found out that a painting my son, Corwin, did earlier this year had been chosen to be displayed at a couple different places! The original will be temporarily hung in the corporate offices of the school he attends and a color copy will be on permanent display at a local university. Coincidentally, it's the same university that I graduated from and the same one my mom teaches at. How cool is that. As soon as I can get my hands on it, I'll post a copy. I do know that it's a watercolor tiger. We're all very excited. :)

Friday, February 20, 2009

Not sure if you've heard them, yet...

...but ChaCha Tuloose and Cuddles Gaylord have a new podcast up over at the Aurel Sex blog. You can listen to it online or download it to your computer.

Their casts are funny, informative and did I mention funny? This week, they kindly read an excerpt from my book, Overlord's Vessel, too.

So scoot on over and listen to Cuddles and ChaCha and have a giggle. I particularly enjoyed the Dueling Pickup Lines. :)

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Great ideas...and some not so great ones

Over at Writer's Evolution we've been blogging about ideas all week and it's my turn today. Come on over and see where we get our story ideas from.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009


Do you like vampires?

Do you like hot guys?

Do you like hot guys who love/hate each other?

Do you like hot guys who love/hate each other and are also vampires?

If you answered yes to any of these questions, you should run to TEB right now and get Dakota Rebel's new book To Hate and to Hold!

I can't say enough wonderful thing about this book - it's fabulous. Phenomenal, even. It made me laugh, it made me cry, it made me in awe of the wonder that is Dakota Rebel.

Go. Buy. This. Book. Right. Now.

Monday, February 16, 2009

So I'm a Dork...

and I forgot to pick a winner. Because I got so many comments over the past few days and I was dork, I picked two names out of the proverbial hat. Jaimee and Kim are the winners. Please email me and let me know what book you'd like.

Also, I'm being featured in TEB's author spotlight, and I'd love it if you stopped over and took a look. :) Here's the link.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Guh! It's that song again!

I love music - I pretty much sing all the time - in the car, in the shower, doing dishes and I usually sing what ever's stuck in my head at the moment. Could be some indie alternachick stuff...could be showtunes. Often it's folk music or occasionally it's one of the three or four country songs I actually like and sometimes it's 80s music.

Lately, Jess, my oldest daycare kid has become enamoured with all things 80s. In fact, she's having an 80s themed slumber party tonight in which they'll watch all my favorite 80s movies and listen to the mountain of music cds she insisted I make her.

Like I said, I like 80s music, but there are some songs I absolutely LOATHE. In Bronwyn's Top Ten List of Worst Songs Ever is Journey's, Don't Stop Believing. Also topping the list is Steve Winwood's, Valerie. *full body shudder*

Anyway...in making these cds, Jess and my son Killian have discovered my deep and abiding hatred of these songs and now they use that hatred against me. While I'm driving, Killian will sneak the earbud from his mp3 over by my ear and blast Valerie - it only takes about three bars of the intro before the entire damn song in stuck in my head. On repeat. He thinks it's the funniest thing in the world.

Then there's Jess. As soon as I pick her up in the morning, she starts singing Don't Stop Believing and giggles maniacally. Then when she comes home from school, she plays it on the computer over and over. Loudly. As a result, I've had that damn song stuck in my head for weeks. It's so bad, I find myself singing it. To add insult to injury, my alarm clock went off the other morning...wanna guess what it was playing?

Oh yeah...Don't stop believing...hold on to that feeling...


So are there any songs that just send you right over the edge of insanity? C'mon, tell me what they are. I need to know I'm not alone in this musically induced hell.

Don't forget - people commenting between now and Sunday are in the running for a free book in celebration of my spiffy new webite!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Lookee What I Got

A brand spanking new website. Okay, there's really no spanking there, but it's very prettyful as my niece would say. A lovely (and very patient) woman named Kelly Shorten did it for me, so if you're interested in having your site overhauled - or built, please contact me and I'll get you in touch with the web goddess.

In the meanwhile, come check out my shiny new site. To celebrate, I'll be giving away a book to a random commenter, so between now and Sunday, please leave me a note and tell me what you think of the new look.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Road Trip

I took a road trip yesterday with my mom and one of her best friends. I'm incredibly lucky because my mom and I get along so well. But honestly, all of my sibs (there are five of us) get along with her like that. We're all lucky.

My mom's friend, Patty, came with us. She's so much fun and she still calls me Dollbaby like she did when I little. Of course, in the same breath she threatens to get me good and drunk, but hey, that's part of Patty's charm.

We all drove up to the college my sister attends to see her show. Cait, and fourteen other women, did Eve Ensler's The Vagina Monologues. Over the years, Ive read bits and pieces and I've seen snippets of it, but I've never seen it live, nor had I seen the majority of the monologues performed yesterday.

Let me just say, hats off to Alma College's Without Permission Theatre Group - you're freaking amazing. The monologues ranged from funny, to poignant to gutwrenchingly awful. There were several performances that made me want to vomit...while I was crying. There were monologues from the point of view of a lawyer turned sex worker, a woman who'd witnessed the birth of her grandchild, a woman from Afghanistan, the "comfort women" forced into service by the Japanese government during World War II, a woman who'd had a good sexual experience with a man, a woman brutalized in Kosovo during the war there, a joyful child and so many more.

There were times during the performance where I just wanted to hold my hands over my ears, or better yet, run from the room, but I'm glad I saw it. The women were all amazing, but I have to say, Cait and Lauren's performances were just jaw dropping. In addition, all of the money they raised with ticket, cookies, buttons and T-shirt sales were donated to a local women's shelter. Thank you Cait, Laurel, Lauren, Heather, Annie, Cat and the rest of the women of the Without Permission Theatre Group. You all rock.

After the show was over, we grabbed Cait and the four of us went out to supper and had a lovely time before heading back home. Unfortunately, I returned home to the Man Cold, unfinished homework and no food for lunches. Needless to say I didn't get any writing done because I had to go grocery shopping at 9:30 at night. Grrrrrrr. Oh well, I'm planning to make up for it today.

Friday, February 6, 2009

A Little More News

I'd like to publicly thank the fabulously talented Brynn Paulin for revamping my blog. I suck at technical things and can screw up just about anything computer related, so I'm very grateful to her for my beautiful new blog.

In other news, I got a release date for my new book Body of Art which will be part of the Hot for Teacher Anthology with Brynn, Mia Watts and Cara Hart. Our stories will be releasing from Resplendence Publishing on May 19th 2009!

I'm so excited and I can't wait to see what they put together for us for cover art, but for now, here's the (unedited) blurb.

Art professor, Seth Granger, has two problems - an absentee life drawing model and a case of unrequited lust. Luckily, his troubles have the same answer - his colleague, Dr. Callie Sullivan. The trick will be getting her out of her clothes and into his studio...and hopefully into his bed. However, she's intent on keeping her mind on her art and ignoring him. Now he just needs to convince her she should be his body of art.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

A Little News

I just got a lovely review from Joyfully Reviewed (Thanks Amelia!) She said:

Bronwyn Green puts an interesting and erotic spin on the Arthur tale with Ronan, a knight to die for. His chivalrous manner and love for Morgan made me swoon, and made me wish for my own magical knight. I loved watching him woe Morgan, who watched her father cheat on her mother, and vowed never to love. Add in a villain in the form of Mordred and you have a wonderful story.

Lovers of the Arthurian tales will not want to miss Ronan’s Grail. It is a book that will warm your heart, and make you believe in magic. Morgan Foster is the sister of Gray Foster, featured in Ms. Green’s book I Put A Spell On You.

Also, I'm blogging over at Writer's Evolution about all the ways I avoid writing. I'd love it if you dropped by. In fact, we've been blogging all week about this topic and there's plenty of insight as to why we avoid what we love to do and how we go about avoiding.

And last, but certainly not least, my friend Margaret just had a short story of hers published at Reflection's Edge called Keeping House and it's here if you'd like to read it. Yay Margaret!

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Peace at the Drive-Thru

Four years ago, my grandpa was in the process of dying and it sucked...a lot. However, there were some bright spots in the process. Because of the nature of my job and the ages of my kids, I was able to spend several days a week with him, making him tea, hanging out and talking, making sure he had whatever he needed and just generally looking after him.

I'd go over in the morning after I dropped my kids off at school and relieve whichever of my relatives had spent the night and someone else would trade places with me when it was time for me to pick up my kids in the afternoon.

There were days that were really hard - days that he was confused and wondering aloud to me why he wasn't gone yet - he was more than ready. There were also days that were wonderful - days that he told me the story of meeting my Gram and stories about my mom and aunts and uncles when they were little. He told me how grateful he was for our family and how much he loved us all. Near the end, there were days that he just slept and there were days when he woke up from his naps telling me that "Ruby said she's coming for me soon."

I never questioned the fact that he saw my Grandmother. I have a couple friends and a family member that see the dead, so why not my Grandpa - it made sense to me since he was so close to death himself. Even though I knew it was coming, and even though I knew it was for the best, I had a hard time making peace with it - until the morning of February 1st.

I was running late and I didn't have time to grab breakfast so I ran through the drive-thru at McDonald's...yeah, not the healthiest choice, but it was quick. After I paid for my meal, I was putting my change away and I noticed something odd. Instead of a penny, I had a British pence in my hand along with the other coins. I'm assuming that perhaps the cashier thought it was a Canadian penny since we get a lot of those in Michigan, but the Canadian penny is the same size as the U.S. penny and as you can see from the picture, this one is quite a bit bigger.

In fact, it was the same denomination that my Gram put in my shoe for luck the day I got married. According to her, it was supposed to be a six-pence in my shoe for luck, but at the time we couldn't find one, so we used a two-pence instead, because as she said, "something's better than nothing." I'm not sure if that's a tradition in all of the U.K. or if it's just a Welsh thing, but I walked around for an entire day with a coin in my shoe.

Anyway, as I sat there in the drive-thru staring at the coin, I realized it was my Gram's birthday that day and I felt this overwhelming sense of peace. I honestly felt like it was her way of letting me know that it was okay to let go of my Grandpa and that everything was going to be okay. He died in the early morning hours of February 3rd, surrounded by family and I have no doubt Ruby was waiting for him.

It's funny - life is full of little miracles...especially when we're least expecting them.