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Don't you wish you could go TO FAT AND BACK?

Naturally, we’d all rather not go to the fat part of the equation but, being very familiar with the problem of weight control─or lack of control in my case─I can’t help but wish I had a magical pill, a fantasy wand, anything that would help me return to my formerly thin self. Okay, okay. My formerly not-thin-but-not-fat self.

I’ve had the idea of going to fat and back stuck in my head for years. At last, however, that nagging thought did prove useful. How? By becoming the basic idea for my new book, TO FAT AND BACK, releasing today.

Curses!

I remember two things happening on the day I found out I was pregnant.

First, my husband and I jumped for joy, hysterically laughing with joy. Once we’d calmed down, we went to our favorite restaurant to celebrate. He drank a glass of our favorite wine and I, already stepping into the role of a good mother, stuck with a Coke.

The second thing that happened was, right in the middle of toasting our happiness, I remembered the only mean thing my mother ever said to me. Granted, she’d been justifiably angry that day, but I recall being so stunned to hear anything except loving words come out of her mouth that her words were forever burned into my memory.

She said, “I hope you have a child just like you.”

Writing and Remodeling

Writing and remodeling don’t mix. I don’t know what I was thinking when I said I thought I could have workmen traipsing in and out all day and still write.

The noise bothered me.

My husband and I started this kitchen remodeling project in January (if we don’t count the two years we used as research time, pre-selecting appliances, etc.) and it’s now April. The actual work of the project started two weeks ago when the granite company came in to demo the kitchen countertops and make the template. After that, we had a kitchen without a sink, a cook top and countertops for ten days. But this was no problem. I like eating out.

Still, I thought I could ignore the noise and continue to write. Ha!

Would you wail for love? WAILING FOR LOVE by Beverly Rae

Are you ready to read a different kind of paranormal love story? Ever hear about a banshee falling in love? What if she needs to regain her mortality by kissing her true love under the full moon? What if an adversarial banshee sets out to thwart her, leaving her to escort doomed souls in the world below?

WAILING FOR LOVE is a fun, witty, sexy, fast-paced story of love of a different kind.

Check out it out with the following excerpt.

The Color of Words

Have you ever noticed how colorful words can be? From the turn of a phrase that instantly expresses an idea or emotion to a word that transforms from one meaning to another, words of color often have more influence than others.

Think for a moment of the colorful words we use in our daily lives. If a person is said to have a brighter, albeit unrealistic grasp of reality, people may describe her as “wearing rose-colored glasses.” Perhaps another person’s emotion could be related as “seeing red” meaning that he is angry or upset. Or how about the lesser known phrase of “heart of black”? Even a hermit who’d lived her life in a cave, never hearing the phrases before, would be able to understand simply from the interpreting the meaning of the color.

As a romance author I am aware of the many colorful uses of words and phrases. What romance author hasn’t heard the phrase “purple prose”? Of course, this refers to the bodice-ripper novels where anything remotely sensual─dare I say, sexy?─is expressed in terms more poetic than graphic. A reader would find it difficult to find purple prose in the bestselling romances of today. In fact, purple phrases such as “She opened her womanly treasure to him” would garner more of a laugh than a sigh.

A Rose Is Never a Pickle

We’ve all heard the saying “A rose by any other name is still a rose”, right? Yet, although I understand the meaning behind this famous quote, I beg to differ. Oh, sure, a rose would smell just as sweet if it were called a pickle, but there are other things to consider.

Names have significant values. As an author, I know this is true. A name, like the title of a book, can make or break a person. Why else would actors and other fame-seeking wannabes change their names? To demonstrate my point, let’s take a couple of celebrities and consider their real names.

Surviving a Back-To-School Tax-Free Day with Books

I recently discovered the true value of surviving a Back-To-School Tax-Free Day. You know what I’m talking about. That day, once a year, when a mom can go shopping for absolutely anything and everything her child needs for the upcoming school year and not have to pay taxes on the purchases.

Before now, I’d always stayed home thinking that “I can’t save enough to make it worth my while. Especially not if I have to battle the throngs of moms pushing their way through the aisles.” Struggle with the frustrated parents, irritated grannies, and rude salespeople? Not me. Surely the few measly dollars I’d save wouldn’t be worth the hassle. Right? And how would I ever de-stress?

Do You Like to Laugh in Bed?

I write contemporary sensual paranormal humorous romances. Thankfully, readers have told me my books are both sexy and funny, so I’m going to go with that and believe every word they say. So there!

Sorry. I lost it for a moment. But back to the question in the title. Do you like to laugh in bed?

Sometimes the humor in my stories is as “in your face” as the sex, and sometimes I take a more subtle approach. (With the humor; not the sex.) I also enjoy a good tongue-in-cheek approach in more than one way. (Did you get it? Tongue-in-cheek? As in French kissing and the joke? Okay, not my best work, but we can’ always bat 1000.)

Still my question remains: Do you like to laugh in bed? Do you prefer a joke while romping in the sack? Or do you want a separation of joke and stroke? And, finally, does whatever you like in your real life translate to your reading material?

I like a mix of both, whether I’m talking about my hum-drum existence or my reading material. Nothing enhances my libido more than a good chuckle, and nothing is more of a turn-on than a witty guy. I admit it. I do enjoy a playful slap and tickle while heading for the ultimate climax. (Yeah, I had to go there.)

Which brings up my next question. If a woman is lovin’ the funny man outside the bedroom, can she expect him to turn off the guffaws once he’s horizontally bound? (Ahem! Did you get the play on the word “bound”? As in he’s bound for the bedroom and bound to the bed?) After all, a man’s personality doesn’t change just because he’s using his “other” head, does it? I don’t think so. But am I being influenced by my own perversions, er, preferences?

I’d love to hear from readers. Tell me. Does funny go with hunky? Can ecstasy be hilarious? Do you prefer the Big O or the Big O-ha-ha?

I hope you’ll post your response. And remember, the next time you’re scoping out the guys with the six-pack abs on the beach, think funny man. Trust me. Robin Williams is a sex god.

Beverly Rae – www.beverlyrae.com
Giggle, Gasp & Sigh with a Beverly Rae Romance

Psychic matchmaker Cally gives everyone their happy ending. But can she ever have one herself?

TOUCH ME – eBook at http://tinyurl.com/397k8j – 5 Ribbons from Romance Junkies!

WAILING FOR LOVE – Coming 12/07

Want to TOUCH ME ??

My first book with Samhain Publishing is now released!

TOUCH ME is about an intuitive psychic who can touch a person and reveal the name of their soul mate. I’ve never been more proud of a book than I am of TOUCH ME.

About TOUCH ME –

When Sloan Janson’s best friend makes a sudden marriage after being “matched” by Cally, Sloan is convinced his friend is the victim of a con. He storms into Cally’s small Texas town, determined to expose her as a fraud. The minute he meets her, he still wants to expose her, but now in a totally different sense!

Years of matching soul mates, however satisfying, hasn’t prepared Cally for the electrical effect Sloan has on her. She’s tempted, and terrified—she’s always known matchmakers can’t have love without blowing the fuse on their gift.

Her worst fears come true when her ability to match deserts her. If she cuts Sloan out of her life, she’s sure it will return. But is that a choice she can bear to make—or to live with?