Oh, my beautiful reader pals, Moonshine Kiss (Bootleg Springs #3) is live and ready to claim your weekend! Bowie Bodine is a spectacular book boyfriend specimen and Deputy Cassidy Tucker doesn’t make it easy for him. 

Check out the series on Amazon and get sucked into the steamy love stories, the small-town hilarity, and the unsolved mystery of Callie Kendall’s disappearance. Things are heating up in Bootleg Springs when journalists descend on the town to wreak havoc. Can Bowie and Cassidy stay friends while on opposite sides of the investigation into Bowie’s father’s involvement in the cold case?

Moonshine Kiss brings back all your Bootleg favorites including:

  • the entire Bodine clan
  • town chicken Mona Lisa McNugget
  • bar fights at The Lookout
  • nosy neighbors
  • and of course, gems like this one “I vaguely remembered Devlin and Bowie making me shake Misty Lynn’s stupid hand that had probably touched sixty percent of the penises in town.”

Read for free on Kindle Unlimited or enjoy the launch week special price at $2.99.

You guys, I’m so excited! On December 7, we’re all going back to Bootleg Springs where the investigation into Callie Kendall’s disappearance is heating up. And so are things between good guy Bowie Bodine and sheriff’s deputy Cassidy Tucker!

I’ve got a cover and a blurb for you to drool over, my friends!

All those years of adolescent fantasies and this was how Bowie Bodine first touched my boobs. And he apologized. Real life was stupid and unfair.

Small town deputy Cassidy Tucker’s dating life is a train wreck on repeat. All she ever wanted was a solid partner. A man to share pajamas with. The handsome, big-hearted Bowie Bodine. Wait. Scratch that. Mr. You’re-Like-a-Sister-to-Me is not welcome in her fantasies.

She and Bowie aren’t going to happen—that’s been clear for a long time—and as for the rest of mankind? Cassidy’s officially giving up on love and adopting cats. Good thing the cold case disappearance of Callie Kendall is heating up to keep her distracted. Except the investigation is testing her friendship with all the Bodines—Bowie in particular.

Bowie knows he can’t have his little sister’s best friend. He made a promise and he’s determined to keep it. But putting distance between them isn’t easy—not when she lives right next door.

Having her poke around trying to prove his father’s guilt isn’t helping either. All Bowie has ever wanted is to shed the No-Good Bodine reputation. It’s looking like he’ll never be free of that shadow.

But one nocturnal animal, a feverish against-the-wall kiss, and absolutely zero pajamas has a way of changing everything.

If you’re feeling antsy about waiting until December 7, jump back into Whiskey Chaser and Sidecar Crush to refresh your memory and your Callie Kendall conspiracy theories!

Mark those calendars, my friends! The Christmas Fix is coming at you December 1! I’m so excited! You read Mr. Fixer Upper and asked for, nay—DEMANDED Catalina King’s story. Well, you’re gonna get it! Check it out…

 

She’ll save Christmas just to spite him…

When a late season hurricane hits Merry, Connecticut, city manager and single dad Noah Yates has to inform the already devastated residents that there won’t be a Christmas Festival this year. No festival means no tourism dollars. A disaster of epic proportions for his hometown.

But when home renovation expert slash smoking hot reality TV star Catalina King shows up with a camera crew and a budget big enough to put the town back together again, Noah balks. Hard. The last time Cat was in town she stirred up trouble everywhere she went. (Residents are still talking about the town’s first and only bar fight.) Noah doesn’t need a TV diva capitalizing on his town’s tragedy or filling his daughter’s head with glitz and glam.

Cat is ready and willing to put Merry back in Christmas mode with a holiday special that will leave everyone believing in miracles and get her friends back in the home they love. But there’s one big problem standing in her way. And his name is Noah Yates. He’s wrong about her and she can’t wait to prove it. Ring those jingle bells because it’s on.

The Deets

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Claire Kingsley and I met via Facebook when a reader pal messaged me saying she thought I would be the right kind of writer friend for her friend Claire. And boom! A commiserating, sisterly writer bond was born. We both write romance full time, both love the beach, both of us have hubbies who are unbelievably handsome and supportive. I mean, we’re basically the same person.

Except Claire gets way more done in a day than I do. She homeschools her three kids and whips out high quality, funny, sweet, hot reads faster than I can drag my ass out of bed in the morning.

Lucy: Give us a nutshell view of your life (family, hobbies, etc).

Claire: My life is a little bit crazy. I’m married and I homeschool my three kids. That keeps me super busy—but it’s good busy. Other than that, I love to read (although I don’t make time for enough of it), and I’m a fan of geeky stuff like Game of Thrones, Star Wars, and superhero/comic book movies.

Lucy: What kind of an effect did publishing your first book have on you?

Claire: That was a badass moment. I decided I wanted to be a writer a long time ago, but I spent a lot of years focused on other things (having babies not the least among them). I wasn’t sure I was good enough to even finish an entire novel, and I carried that fear around with me for a long time. So when I not only finished my first novel, but went through the entire feedback, revisions, editing, etc. and then publishing process, it was amazing. It was like I’d kicked that doubt to the curb and proved I could actually do it.

Lucy: What does your writing process look like? How much swearing is involved?

Claire: All the swearing.

My process is messy. I start with brainstorming and lots of note taking. I have a few people I like to brainstorm with; kicking around ideas with another person is really helpful for me. I figure out who the characters are, what sort of backstory they have, the theme(s) I want to explore, the sources of tension and conflict, and so forth. Then I start outlining actual scenes/chapters. Usually I get partway done with the outline and start writing. From there, I go back and forth between writing and planning/outlining. Sometimes I write stuff completely out of order, simply because I have ideas in my head and I want to get them out. I’ve been known to write endings before I’ve even gotten to the middle of a story. Or I’ll write a little bit of dialogue for a scene and go back to it later. It’s very non-linear, but somehow it seems to come together at the end.

Lucy: What’s one thing that you think you should do but don’t/aren’t/never will?

Claire: This is a hard question! I can’t think of anything big or important. For the most part, I think I should be better about creating a schedule for work/family/life, but I’m bad at routines and schedules, so I probably won’t.

Lucy: A case of writer’s block hits. What do you do?

Claire: Depends. Writer’s block usually means one of two things for me. Either the story or scene is broken and I need to figure out why, or I’m getting burnt out.

If it’s a story issue (this is usually why I get stuck), I have to spend some time figuring out what went wrong. If there’s something that doesn’t work in the story, I can feel it. Maybe there’s a piece that’s inconsistent, maybe I’m going off on a tangent that doesn’t work, or maybe it’s just boring because I haven’t figured out how a particular element moves the story forward. I’ll talk it out with one of my brainstorming people. Sometimes just explaining that part of the story to another person is enough for me to figure out what’s not working. If not, usually pinging ideas back and forth will help me fix what’s broken.

If I’m burnt out, then I just need a break. I tend to write every day and I don’t take days off very often. Usually that’s fine—I love writing and I get twitchy when I don’t. But there are times when my brain gives me a big, fat NOPE and I need to give myself permission to take a real break.

If I’m only a little burnt out—fatigued, maybe—changing scenery helps a lot. If I’m at my desk, I’ll take my laptop to another room. Sometimes I’ll go for a drive by myself—listen to music and clear my head. That kind of thing.

Lucy: What’s the biggest adrenaline rush you’ve ever had?

Claire: Probably downhill mountain biking. My husband likes to do crazy stuff like that. We went to Stevens Pass (ski area in Washington) in the summer and rode the ski lift up, then biked down. That was intense.

Lucy: If you weren’t a writer, what else could you see yourself doing?

Claire: At this point in my life, if I wasn’t a writer, I don’t think I’d have a different outside job. I’d still be staying home with my kids (and theoretically have actual free time, LOL). Other than that, I honestly don’t know what else I’d do. I had a corporate-type career before I had kids, but that feels like a lifetime ago, and it’s not something I’d go back to. I think if I didn’t write, all that spacey daydreaming I do would just go to waste.

Lucy: What do you admire most about your hubby?

Claire: I love how he’s unapologetically himself. He doesn’t spend a lot of time or energy worrying about what other people think. He is who he is, he likes what he likes, and other people’s opinions don’t matter to him very much.

He’s also very random and spontaneous. I’m one of those people who needs to mull things over (sometimes too much—I’m a terrible overthinker). But he can just make decisions on the fly and roll with it. He keeps life fun.

Lucy: Favorite trope in a romance novel?

Claire: That’s a tough one. Friends to lovers is a big favorite. I love it when one of the characters (the hero, especially) is crazy about the other, but thinks they can’t be together. There’s so much angst in that type of unrequited love—spending time together, having to watch them date other people. When it’s done well, the payoff when they make it to their HEA can be really rewarding.

I love the opposite too—enemies to lovers. There’s so much room for the characters and the relationship to grow when they start out hating each other.

Lucy: What drives you insane and/or murders your soul?

Claire: When people are shitty to each other. Life is hard enough without making things difficult for other people. I like to take the immortal advice of Bill and Ted to heart: be excellent to each other.

Claire’s newest release, Hot Single Dad, is a swoon-worthy standalone that you should grab immediately!

“I loved this book from the beginning. I couldn’t get enough. This is literally one of my all time favorite books now.” ~ Sassy Southern Book Blog

Catch up with Claire on Facebook and in her reader’s group Alpha Ever After. If you need more mancandy in your life, you need to be an Alpha!

To see her impressive backlist, check Claire out on Amazon. And don’t forget to sign up for her newsletter. Subscribers get a free book!

Looking for your next book hangover? I’ve got just the thing: Gannon King.

I always like to do a blog about my new book right around its release date. But thanks to a vacation, a move, and a really great launch, I dropped the ball on the blog! But you’re all too busy reading Mr. Fixer Upper to care about a blog post, right? Right!

I don’t need to blab all about all the reasons I love this book. So let me give you the highlights.

  1. Gannon King is the grumpy, fiery kind of hero that I LOVE. He reminds me a bit of Mr. Lucy if you know what I mean ;)
  2. That. Shower. Scene.
  3. Paige is one of my favorites. She undergoes a transformation throughout the story that I really enjoyed writing. She’s smart and a little cool and has lady balls. But she’s lonely and doesn’t always speak her mind. At least not until a temperamental, loud mouth Italian contractor who hates being on TV comes along and drives her insane.
  4. The slow burn. This is not a love-at-first-sight story. This is co-workers who don’t like each other. But where there’s smoke—or in this case, sparks—there’s freaking fire.
  5. Home renovations. I can’t get enough of those shows so I wrote a book about it!

But you don’t have to take my word for it. Listen to these really smart folks who loved Mr. Fixer Upper and aren’t even related to me or on my payroll!:

I started Mr. Fixer Upper right after work at 5:00 p.m. and I finished it at 12:30 p.m.. My family had to make a run to town to get supper because I was not going to stop reading. I laughed, cried and according to my husband gasp a lot. – Ptacekjill

As is always the case with Lucy Score, I laughed and cried through the whole book. If there is one thing that gets me every time, it’s a strong character showing vulnerability.  – Joyce Hiebert

Sexy and snort-laugh funny, just as you’ve come to expect from Lucy Score. – E. McLeod

You can grab yourself a handful (or two) of Gannon King for free on Kindle Unlimited or buy him on Amazon. Thank you for reading and for telling your friends :)

Stay tuned for lots more news (INCLUDING READER INTERVIEWS!!), information on Blue Moon #5, and a peek at my brand new office in our new house! Keep reading, friends!

xoxo,

Lucy

 

So, I did it. I wrote and gave away a free, full-length romance novel to my newsletter subscribers. And man did it feel good!

Voila, Where It All Began, the Blue Moon prequel made its debut.

The idea started last year when a handful of readers came to me and where like “Yo, Lucy! We want to read John and Phoebe Pierce’s story.” I, of course, was like “Uh, y’all know that John dies, right? And Phoebe gets remarried and lives HEA. How am I supposed to write John??” They were like, “You’ll figure it out. Do it!”

And damn if they weren’t right.

I decided to write the book as an experiment to see if a) it could be written and b) if it should be written. And as soon as I started it, I realized this was the perfect story and the perfect time for it. There were so many overlaps to the rest of the Blue Moon series, so many connections between John and his sons, and Blue Moon circa 1985 to present day.

I got to really dig in to why this community is so much more than just a collection of neighbors. And I’m so happy and grateful and blown away that you guys asked for this book… and that I delivered. *patting self on back*

Anyway, if you haven’t read it yet, here’s what I want you to know:

  1. You’ll probably cry. I did. A lot. But I think there’s enough funny and enough happy and enough hope in there to still feel really good when you close the book.
  2. You get to meet all your Blue Moon favorites as much younger characters. I.E. The barf fest on Pierce Acres and that time John had to have THE TALK with his boys.
  3. If you like the show This is Us, you’ll probably like this book. 
  4. This is the prequel to the Blue Moon series, but you don’t need to read this first or read the other books in order. They’re all standalones.
  5. Did I mention it’s free? Sign up for my newsletter and you get this book!

Here’s What Readers Are Saying:

It is 2:20 AM and I just finished Where It All Began… Tears trickling down my face. THANK YOU Lucy for something that is truly a very special, emotional story…a once in a lifetime book for me as a reader. — Caroline

Holy cannoli what an amazing blue moon book. Got up super early so that I could let the tears flow without my family staring at me like I’m a nutcase. I love this series to the core. Thank you for taking us back to where it all began. —Robin

Damn you Lucy Score!! You made my heart full today and of course you made me laugh and cry too! — Clair

Ready for your free copy?

Sign up for my newsletter and your welcome email contains the link to the book and instructions. I hope you read it and love it and fall as deeply in love with Blue Moon as I have.

xoxo

Lucy

I don’t know if I’m a complete weirdo, or if everyone envisions their perfect day of just the right amounts of family quality time, productivity, health consciousness, and relaxing. When I took complete control of all the hours in my day (24 to be precise), I failed miserably in all arenas. I thought not being at work for nine hours a day would magically turn me into the productivity fairy, sprinkling creative writing dust around my home office while laundry and dishes and dinner took care of themselves.

Yeah, that was total crap. Apparently, if I don’t have a plan and deadlines and a list and alarms on my phone, I get zilch done. I don’t even know what I do with my time! I have a feeling vast amounts of hours were being sucked up by social media and articles on how to be productive and opening my fridge 37 times to see if anyone had put anything new in there in the last 15 minutes.

Finally, when I realized that having the time didn’t mean I would use it effectively, I had to get tough with myself like a parent of a teenager with self-destructive tendencies (aren’t they all self-destructive?).

My perfect day now looks something like this.

9 a.m. Get ass out of bed.

9:10 a.m. Cheerfully scamper down to the home gym and workout for 45-mins to an hour. Feel human.

10 a.m. Enjoy a protein shake full of delicious fruits and veggies would be ingested as well as 10 to 15 minutes of meditation practiced

11 a.m. Answer emails, hang out with the readers on social media, catch up on whatever non-writing stuff needs addressed.

Noon. EAT! Best part of the day. Also, remember to take my a.m. vitamins.

12:30 Start writing in one-hour increments and hit 1,000 words an hour. My word count goal is 3,000 every day so on my PERFECT days I can be done in three hours of writing.

Afternoon between hour-long sprints. Prep dinner, throw in a load of laundry, respond to texts, put away clothes, yell at the cat, go outside and smell flowers.

5 p.m. Triumphantly save my work in progress in three places, slam down the lid of my laptop, and cockily announce to Mr. Lucy that I’m done for the day.

5:05 p.m. Walk back in my office, open the laptop and tackle anything that came up since my morning perusal of the world. Return phone calls. Drink a martini. Shop online for things I’d resent if I had to leave the house for. Hone my craft by reading blogs and books and articles. Take care of normal human being things like yelling at my insurance company, calling my parents, activating credit cards. Really at this point in my perfect day, the world is my oyster.

7:00 p.m. Either make dinner or go out to dinner. Remember to take the rest of those vitamins that give me nice fingernails and regular heart beats.

9 p.m. Hit the couch (or bed) with a book and Mr. Lucy (just Mr. Lucy) and entertain ourselves (do “research”).

Midnight: Wind down before official bedtime. More meditation and the satisfaction of a day not wasted.

Perfect day, right? OK, so here’s how my day actually goes (which should be noted is a VAST improvement over 2016). What can I say? I’m a work in progress.

9 a.m. Ignore alarm.

9:30 a.m. Check texts, email, and social media through the one eye that deigns to open in the morning.

10 a.m. Drag ass out of bed. Trip over cat on the way to the bathroom. Then make the fatal mistake of sitting down at my computer before working out. Get distracted.

11 a.m. Drag ass downstairs to work out.

Noon Feel marginally better. At least I accomplished something. Even if I did have to skip meditation. Maybe I should give it five minutes… Nope! Now I’m starving. Stuff face or say “Yes, please” when Mr. Lucy suggests going out to lunch. (That’s also a fatal mistake because we tend to procrastinate really well together so a lunch out can last up to four hours depending on how many tasks and errands we can come up with to keep us from our actual work.

2 p.m. Start writing. Battle for the first hour. Feel dejected. Wonder why I don’t know what I’m doing yet. Whine to Mr. Lucy about everything. Then remember that I left load of laundry in the washer three days ago.

3 p.m. The washer is running again. And it’s time to write. It goes much better because my self-loathing tells me I can’t possibly be a writer with the way I use my time. “Oh, yeah?” says my rebellious streak (the only thing stronger than that obnoxious self-loathing). “Watch this!” I write like it’s a job that I’m really good at. Take a few breaks to wink suggestively at Mr. Lucy.

7 p.m. Wrap it up. Immediately wonder if I wrote anything decent or if it’s all a steaming pile of crap. Who cares? That’s what the second draft is for! Celebration ends when I realize I forgot to schedule my oil change, put the clothes in the dryer, figure out why I can’t log into my credit card, and water the plants AGAIN. OMG, dinner.

9 p.m. Pretend I’m super cool and urbane for eating so late. Hope I don’t get heart burn when I go to bed.

10 p.m. Collapse on couch. Remember that I forgot all my vitamins. Eat a frozen Snickers and take half of the vitamins. Plan to do better tomorrow.

Get ready to head back to Blue Moon, folks!

There’s a new release heading to Kindles everywhere. You can expect to download your copy of Not Part of the Plan onto your Kindle on April 11!

Let’s talk details… this is the fourth book in my Blue Moon series. Each book can be read as a standalone, so if you haven’t picked the first ones up yet, you can jump right in with Not Part of the Plan.

For the record, Blue Moon books are sexy AND hilarious. They’re set in the small, idyllic town of Blue Moon Bend in upstate New York. Taken over by wandering hippies after Woodstock, the town still clings to its sixties roots with a heavy dose of nosey small town mixed in. The men are sexy alphas and the women are complicated, confusing, and charming.

In this sweet and sexy story, Nikolai Vulkov is a famous, womanizing fashion photographer whose life has suddenly lost its appeal. He decides an extended vacation with his best friend Summer Pierce and her husband Carter will be just the cure. Spending a few weeks on a farm in the middle of nowhere with twin one-year-olds? If that doesn’t make his old life more appealing, nothing will.

And speaking of appealing, when Niko meets Emmaline, the fiesty, no-nonsense brewery manager, he senses a challenge.

Emma’s not into bad boys or flings and lets Niko know it. She likes an orderly life, a plan, a direction. But once in the friend zone, Niko works to wear her down. Emma starts to wonder just how bad could one night with him be? How good could one night be?

The rest of Blue Moon reassembles for this book, picking up their stories nearly a year after the last book ends. Catch up with your favorite Pierce brother and all of your eccentric Blue Mooners and their hippie ways. There’s a Knit Off, Clementine the goat strikes again, and everyone’s favorite dead head Fitz reveals a very interesting side career.

Here’s a handful of my favorite snippets from Not Part of the Plan…

“What’s a dildo, Mama?”

 

“Crap. Four seconds in my house and we’ve already ruined your very nice Tom Ford. Sorry about that. Fluids just fly constantly around here,” Summer apologized.

“I figured that’s how you got twins,” Niko joked.

 

Carter glared at him and stroked a hand through his own beard. “I thought you hated facial hair.”

“Where did you ever get that idea?” Beckett asked innocently.

Carter threw his cards down on the table. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because of every snide comment you’ve ever made about my beard in the past five years?”

“What are you talking about?” Beckett feigned confusion. “I’ve said nothing but nice things about your beard.”

“Bullshit!” Carter shouted, pointing at his brother. “Bull. Shit. ‘Don’t get beard hair in my food, Carter.’ ‘You look like a wookie, Carter,’” he mimicked in a falsetto voice. “Bull fucking shit.”

Check out Chapter One here to wet your whistle! Can’t wait for April 11th! Sign up for my newsletter here to make sure you never miss a hot, new release.

xoxo,

Lucy

Dear Readers,

I was due for a blog post and asked Facebook what they’d like to hear about and the answer was: inspiration. Where do I get the ideas for my stories and characters?”

Well, I’ll tell you. I’m the person sitting in the restaurant eavesdropping on the tables around her. At family gatherings, I’m filing away mental notes left and right. I consume books and TV and movies while cataloging details and tying them to plots or characters that I’ve had floating around in my head.

Inspiration is EVERYWHERE.

Anywhere there are people interacting with other people, there’s a romance novel – or at least a good fight scene – waiting to be born. People who are jerks in real life often end up as barely disguised jerks in my stories. And people who deserve a better outcome in real life just might find it in a story. It’s my way of playing karma, fictional though it may be.

The funny thing about inspiration is its inconsistency. That amazeballs fight scene that I’d been salivating about writing is over and now I’m banging my head against the keyboard for days trying to force the words to come out. Some days writing 5,000 words is a piece of chocolate cake with peanut butter icing (which apparently is not a thing outside of Pennsylvania??). Other days, 500 words is excruciating. The only thing to do is get better at plugging away at the tough parts.

And maybe that’s life. Enjoy it when it’s flowing and learn how to bust through the roadblocks when they crop up. :)

That’s all I’ve got in terms of inspiration. Stay tuned for news on Not Part of the Plan and a brand new FREE book available only to my newsletter subscribers!

xoxo,

Lucy

Every once in a while in this writer’s life, there comes a day like today where something (usually technology) pushes me too far over the edge for me to trust myself to write at home. Because, left to my own devices (ha), I will probably throw something important and expensive through a window and eventually end up regretting the mangled laptop and shattered glass all over my office.

So today I made the trek out of the house (had to put on real pants whomp whomp) to write at a cafe. I have a local cafe that I usually enjoy, but for writing purposes, it’s a poor choice. It’s one of those places where the same dozen regulars gather every day and then try to turn all of the strangers into regulars too. So you’re sitting there with your headphones on, but not playing any music because you’re too paranoid to listen to tunes in public and miss out on some yelling fire, and one of these charmingly disheveled, retired regulars will politely ask if they can take the other empty chair at your two-top table.

You, being a generally pleasant human being, give a polite nod and possibly a brief smile and a “sure” before getting back to the incredibly inappropriate sex scene you’re writing. But this regular doesn’t want to take your extra chair, he wants to sit at the table with you and talk politics and weather and today’s sock fashions. And if it’s not a regular distracting you, it’s the kids that come into the cafe to eat their lunches because apparently this school district allows students to leave school property during lunch hours so they come in and eat out of cute little lunch boxes and yell at each other and generally destroy the peace and quiet with their charming kidness.

Anyway, so I decided that today I’d drag my ass to a Starbucks because Starbucks customers know how to respect the anonymity and personal space of fellow customers. Plus, I really wanted a vanilla sweet cream cold brew. Anyway, I walk in the door and I’m already regretting it. There’s ONE table left with ONE chair and it’s located uncomfortably close to two guys having some sort of business meeting. That’s okay, that’s fine. I’m less likely to throw my freaking laptop through the storefront window with so many witnesses.

I get my drink, I take the table, and I put on my headphones. Unfortunately the business guys are pretty loud so I have to actually listen to music which is a whole other issue since I’m an oblivious headphone wearer, singing along out loud to music that no one else can hear and table bopping to the beat. So I’m sitting there, pouring my guts out into a really emotional scene and trying not to clap along with Fitz and the Tantrums, when a little redhead who couldn’t have been more than four years old skips up to my table and puts a gigantic iced tea on it. She grins at me and in those adorable little kid eyes, I saw the universe saying “Neener neener!”

The little iced tea thief skipped off after I laughed and her mother demanded she stop giving away her iced tea. And then I was like “Holy. Shit. I just met Aurora.” (Note to New Readers: Aurora is an adorable child from the Blue Moon series. You should totally read it!) I started looking around after that and I realized EVERYONE IN THIS PLACE COULD BE A CHARACTER! There were the two business guys who busted out a secret buddy-guy handshake, the cashier who was yelling jolly, friendly things at every customer because I think he was hard of hearing, and the retired couple who got coffees and she read a paperback (not one of mine) while her husband snuck a picture of my shoes.

Then there was the coolest lady I’ve ever seen and I want to be just like her when/if I grow up. She was teensy with excellent posture, and dressed in really sexy looking workout leggings and a long-sleeve tunic tee. She had on these super trendy plastic frame glasses and was also wearing the smuffiest moccasins I’ve ever seen. She had her hair (gray with lavender highlights) pulled up in a fun topknot. When I do a topknot and wear leggings out of the house I look potentially homeless. She looked like she had just ambled out of some fancy art studio where she spends her afternoons creating masterpieces and was on her way to the grocery store to pick out a few items for tonight’s chef-inspired feast she would prepare for a dozen of her closest friends who are all almost as cool as she is.

Can you see why it’s dangerous to let me out of the house? My mind is on constant character alert. I actually exhaust myself sometimes. Fortunately, I nailed my word count goal before my bladder exploded (close call) and I was able to return home, calmer, less likely to destroy my laptop, and excited about either turning into my new life and style icon or at least writing her into one of my books.

In book news, Not Part of the Plan, the fourth title in the Blue Moon series is ALMOST finished!!!

xoxo,

Lucy