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November 9, 2010
A Few of My Favorite Things?
Of all the many things that are odd about me, this is one: I don't know what I like.
For those of you who are thinking you read that last statement incorrectly, let me restate: as a rule, I don't know what I like. I usually just notice what is and make due. Those of you who know me know how hard it is to pick a place to go out to eat, unless I'm having a specific craving. I'll always go wherever you want to go and make due. There's bound to be something there I like, and most places are pretty similar anyway.
But after years of pop quizzes about what I like and funny looks when I don't have answers--or better yet, people telling me what I like and having it be news to me (even though I agree)--I've decided to put a list together of likes, so that when people ask me what I want, I have ready-made answers.
I've only had to do this once before, while I was on my mission. I learned with each companion that apparently all girls picked out baby names for their future children, because every companion brought it up while tracting. By the time I made it to companion number three, I had some names picked out and it saved me the whole, "You haven't picked out even one name? Haven't you thought about it? I have, like, twelve but you have to promise not to use them if I tell you."
I promise, sisters, I will not be stealing any of your names for the naming of actual children. I cannot promise, however, that those names will not make it into a book ;)
Anyway, now that I've disclosed how completely unparticular I am in matters of personal preference, please join me as I list a few things I like (before I forget them):
Favorite Drink:
This drink is new on my radar, but I love ginger. Love it. As a rule I hate sugar in drinks--even ones with natural sugars--and usually opt for water, but I do love ginger beer. And no worries, kids. Just like butter beer in Harry Potter, ginger beer is non-alcoholic. And this brand in particular has a great balance between too sharp and too bland.
Favorite Food:
Ummmm, I'm still working on this one. But basically I like things for how they feel once they hit my body, not so much how they taste. Finding one that both tastes good and feels good? That's a holy grail!
Favorite Music:
Can a friend help me out here? I kind of feel all over the map when it comes to music.
Favorite Restaurant:
TOTALLY drawing a blank here...
Favorite Books:
You don't know about them yet, but I'll write them as soon as I can so we can talk about them ;-P
Favorite Way to Chill-ax:
This one I know, even though I live in the wrong place to do it: bonfire on a beach. No contest.
Favorite Candy:
Depends entirely on the mood, but chocolate is good. I'm also a sucker for rice krispy treats, banana Laffy Taffy, and Peppermint Almond Roca (yes, I know that sounds wrong on the onset, but try it. SOOOO good).
Favorite Color:
*sigh* How can this question not be subjective? Don't we all like different colors depending on where we see the color? Our favorite color on a wall may not be our favorite color of shirt or flower. But I'll usually pick a summer or winter color when answering this question :)
There you have it: my favorite things... so far.
Anything else I should add to the list that I left off?
For those of you who are thinking you read that last statement incorrectly, let me restate: as a rule, I don't know what I like. I usually just notice what is and make due. Those of you who know me know how hard it is to pick a place to go out to eat, unless I'm having a specific craving. I'll always go wherever you want to go and make due. There's bound to be something there I like, and most places are pretty similar anyway.
But after years of pop quizzes about what I like and funny looks when I don't have answers--or better yet, people telling me what I like and having it be news to me (even though I agree)--I've decided to put a list together of likes, so that when people ask me what I want, I have ready-made answers.
I've only had to do this once before, while I was on my mission. I learned with each companion that apparently all girls picked out baby names for their future children, because every companion brought it up while tracting. By the time I made it to companion number three, I had some names picked out and it saved me the whole, "You haven't picked out even one name? Haven't you thought about it? I have, like, twelve but you have to promise not to use them if I tell you."
I promise, sisters, I will not be stealing any of your names for the naming of actual children. I cannot promise, however, that those names will not make it into a book ;)
Anyway, now that I've disclosed how completely unparticular I am in matters of personal preference, please join me as I list a few things I like (before I forget them):
Favorite Drink:
This drink is new on my radar, but I love ginger. Love it. As a rule I hate sugar in drinks--even ones with natural sugars--and usually opt for water, but I do love ginger beer. And no worries, kids. Just like butter beer in Harry Potter, ginger beer is non-alcoholic. And this brand in particular has a great balance between too sharp and too bland.
Favorite Food:
Ummmm, I'm still working on this one. But basically I like things for how they feel once they hit my body, not so much how they taste. Finding one that both tastes good and feels good? That's a holy grail!
Favorite Music:
Can a friend help me out here? I kind of feel all over the map when it comes to music.
Favorite Restaurant:
TOTALLY drawing a blank here...
Favorite Books:
You don't know about them yet, but I'll write them as soon as I can so we can talk about them ;-P
Favorite Way to Chill-ax:
This one I know, even though I live in the wrong place to do it: bonfire on a beach. No contest.
Favorite Candy:
Depends entirely on the mood, but chocolate is good. I'm also a sucker for rice krispy treats, banana Laffy Taffy, and Peppermint Almond Roca (yes, I know that sounds wrong on the onset, but try it. SOOOO good).
Favorite Color:
*sigh* How can this question not be subjective? Don't we all like different colors depending on where we see the color? Our favorite color on a wall may not be our favorite color of shirt or flower. But I'll usually pick a summer or winter color when answering this question :)
There you have it: my favorite things... so far.
Anything else I should add to the list that I left off?
November 8, 2010
Review: Wendy Paul's Rhea Recipe :)
Some of you may not have heard of Wendy Paul, the author of 101 Gourmet Cupcakes in 10 Minutes, and 101 Gourmet Cookies for Everyone. I LOVE her cookbooks. Her cupcake book is the sole reason I own a cupcake pan and am constantly stocked with cups. That cookbook is exactly what it says it is: a rocking cookbook that lets you create memorable, mouthwatering cupcakes in 10 minutes.
If you don't have it, get it. But either way, you're welcome to check out her review of the Rhea Jensen series and her Rhea-inspired recipe (which I am going to make and devour).
November 4, 2010
Cedar City?
Looks like I may be hitting the road a week from Saturday to good ol' Cedar City.
Tragically, I can count on one hand how many times I've been there, even though it's only 4 hours away.
Soooooo, if you happen to live in the Southern Utah area, come see me at the Cedar City Deseret Book, from 12-2 pm on November 13th :)
Tragically, I can count on one hand how many times I've been there, even though it's only 4 hours away.
Soooooo, if you happen to live in the Southern Utah area, come see me at the Cedar City Deseret Book, from 12-2 pm on November 13th :)
November 2, 2010
And the Winner Is:
As if you didn't already know, but THE CANNON'S CURSE won.
Yay! I'm officially starting the book, which is already different then I thought it would be, but what do you do?
Promises: It will NOT be cliche It will be sassy and funThe obstacle will not be some man trying to kill the girl, thereby throwing the lead man into hyperprotective mode, and throwing the fated couple into each other's arms. Just sayin'And given that this is only day 2 of writing, I think that's about all I can promise.
On a different note, however, we should probably look at renaming the book. Something lighter and more playful. Something without the word "curse." People might think it's suspense or mystery...
Any thoughts? You know the premise. Also, I have names for the characters:
Mike Cannon: One of the cursed Cannons who will fall in love with his best friend's fiance.Rori Townsend: the mysterious artist and international volunteer Luke meets and proposes to in Africa.Luke Foster: Mike's free-spirited and impulsive best friend.Kris Cannon: Mike's sister, who feels she has a vote in approving who Luke does and does not marry.
All title suggestions welcome :)
Thanks again for voting!!!
October 29, 2010
NaNoWriMo
Okay, for all of you who voted, we still need 6 more votes to declare an actual winner, but it looks like "The Cannon Curse" will to cruise to victory.
For those of you who know what the NaNoWriMo is, this book will be completed as part of the 2010 National Novel Writing Month--which means I hereby PLEDGE that this book will be done as of November 30th.
So I got one last weekend (end technically 6 more votes to garner), then it's OFF to the races on Monday!
Thanks for voting and making this fun :)
For those of you who know what the NaNoWriMo is, this book will be completed as part of the 2010 National Novel Writing Month--which means I hereby PLEDGE that this book will be done as of November 30th.
So I got one last weekend (end technically 6 more votes to garner), then it's OFF to the races on Monday!
Thanks for voting and making this fun :)
October 27, 2010
Speaking Up...
So, I just got some surreal news. Well, not really. It's the kind of news you never expect to get, but in a way, I expected it. And that makes it worse.
A couple of years ago I met a young guy starting up his own business teaching. We were introduced because I have a skill set that would have worked well with him. After meeting him, though, I sensed that there was some growth that needed to occur before working with him would be profitable for anyone, so I took a step back.
After that, I ran into him once or twice until a common friend told me that this guy had taken the plunge and expanded his business. Did I want to check it out?
Totally!
So we went to his new space, which was very ambitious considering his student base. The guy was so enthusiastic, though, that I figured he had his numbers in a good place. He had just gotten married and he and his wife were the only staff. After the last class was over, he took me on a tour of the place, which was 70% unutilized, but with plans for every square inch. I nodded my head and moved through the tour mostly biting my tongue (since many of you can imagine that I had input and questions he may have not liked hearing), until he brought me to the last room. It looked like a messy kid's bedroom. Mattresses lay on the floor with scattered blankets. Toys covered the ground and there was a large screen TV for video games. Given that the rest of the school was meticulous, I raised an eyebrow and asked, "What room is this?"
Again, with enthusiasm, the guy explained that he'd made the room for his nieces to stay in. Given that he and his wife ran the business full time, this allowed them to babysit as needed.
At least a dozen responses went through my head, and I nearly opened my mouth to say, "Be careful. With a room like this, people will think you're Uncle Molester when you're babysitting," but I didn't know the guy well enough to make a "joke" like that. Besides, he had to know what the room looked like to an outside eye, right? And I made the mental leap to assume that his wife babysat with him... and maybe they were investing so much money into the business that the place they lived was too small to accommodate guests.
My mind created story after story justifying the room, so I asked instead, "And their parents are cool with this arrangement?"
"Oh yeah!" he said happily. "We get some extra dough and they get on-call babysitters. They love it."
I took one last look at the Wii and stacks of toys and settled on saying, "Well, you must be the most popular uncle in your family with a set up like this."
He blushed with pleasure, we finished the tour, and I never went back. Yeah, I thought the room was weird, but mostly I sensed that the business wasn't viable, so even when I was asked to teach there on future dates, I declined. All in all, it just seemed like a place I didn't want to associate my reputation with.
Then, last night, I get the news from our common friend: this guy is in jail with a $500,000 bail for 15 felony accounts, including aggravated sexual abuse, rape of a child, and dealing harmful materials. The kicker: all counts of abuse occurred at the school.
And my first thought? "I knew it."
Of course, I didn't know know it. But when I toured that school so many months ago and saw the room, my very first thought was that it was textbook molester set up. A billion toys, awesome games, and no rules or clean up? Rock on!
But I hadn't say anything. I didn't voice my concern to a soul. I assumed that since the parents of the children were aware of the set up and giving their thumbs up to their young, newlywed brother that it was none of my business to say anything--even to friends in the form of venting. After all, if there is one thing you don't want to accuse an innocent person of, it's this kind of abuse...
I got the news of his arrest 24 hours ago, but I'm still processing it... I, a grown adult, walked into a situation and saw it for what it was. I then proceeded to discount my conclusion, quash my discomfort, and walk away, mentally chastising myself for being such a cynic and always looking for the worst.
*sigh*
There's a lesson in this. I know there is. I'm not one to overreact, and I've never been a gossip--both reasons I never brought this up with anyone in discussions, but this situation has affected me for certain. For the sake of being polite, I played the "It's none of business" card and left a bad situation to fester on. My last thought when I left the school that day was that one of the parents of the students should report the room, just so it was on the radar of authorities and other parents. That way this guy would know to watch his step and keep the school more professional.
Notice how I excluded myself from that equation and justified why someone else should do it. Not me. I didn't have a kid there, but if I did, that room would freak me out. Yet other parents who went there knew of the room and hadn't blinked.
It was me... I was weird--perverted even, to go there mentally. I was anything and everything but responsible for reporting it. Because, seriously, how awkward would that be? And I hate awkward. I avoid conflict like the plague. But one of those parents... a high-maintenance, complaining parent should stomp their feet and cry foul. And I told myself that if anything were really wrong about the set up, one of them would.
Personal responsibility. It's amazing how easy it is to shirk onto someone else. And the reason I'm sharing all this with you is in hopes that you never have a similar moment. Maybe, by reading this, someone will pay more attention to their instincts in the future. Maybe you'll be in the situation like me where something is clearly off, and remembering this will give you the courage to speak up. Because I think the times are coming when, like this guy, perpetrators of crimes will do what they do so openly and nonchalantly that we'll doubt what we know we're seeing.
After all, if this guy was committing felonies in this room, wouldn't it be a secret? Wouldn't he take it off the tour and hide it away? Wouldn't his demeanor change when he walked in? How could someone abusing kids walk you through the site of the crime without the slightest hesitation or moment of pause?
Now, in retrospect, I see how. I remember cues I picked up on from the guy that tickled my suspicions at the time. I remember how I blew them off, choosing to believe that no one could be so nonchalant if they were guilty.
Au contraire.
So, yeah... still processing it all. And the subject really borderlines on being too personal for a blog, but isn't that the point? That this stuff, while occurring daily around us, is not spoken of openly? That no one I know has ever shared a story like this, even though they've known people who have gone to jail for the same thing? That people I know who had been abused never talk about how their perpetrator got away with it for years. It's just too private.
In the end, it's not about blame. I really think it's about sharing knowledge and speaking up--people sharing what they know and how they learned it. The writer in me is all fired up now, wanting to write a book about "How They Get Away With It." I've always been fascinated at how apathy fascilitates crime. This time I was the apathetic one. I pray it's the only the only time. And if posting about it here helps even one person in the future, then this was worth posting in my book.
Just sayin'...
A couple of years ago I met a young guy starting up his own business teaching. We were introduced because I have a skill set that would have worked well with him. After meeting him, though, I sensed that there was some growth that needed to occur before working with him would be profitable for anyone, so I took a step back.
After that, I ran into him once or twice until a common friend told me that this guy had taken the plunge and expanded his business. Did I want to check it out?
Totally!
So we went to his new space, which was very ambitious considering his student base. The guy was so enthusiastic, though, that I figured he had his numbers in a good place. He had just gotten married and he and his wife were the only staff. After the last class was over, he took me on a tour of the place, which was 70% unutilized, but with plans for every square inch. I nodded my head and moved through the tour mostly biting my tongue (since many of you can imagine that I had input and questions he may have not liked hearing), until he brought me to the last room. It looked like a messy kid's bedroom. Mattresses lay on the floor with scattered blankets. Toys covered the ground and there was a large screen TV for video games. Given that the rest of the school was meticulous, I raised an eyebrow and asked, "What room is this?"
Again, with enthusiasm, the guy explained that he'd made the room for his nieces to stay in. Given that he and his wife ran the business full time, this allowed them to babysit as needed.
At least a dozen responses went through my head, and I nearly opened my mouth to say, "Be careful. With a room like this, people will think you're Uncle Molester when you're babysitting," but I didn't know the guy well enough to make a "joke" like that. Besides, he had to know what the room looked like to an outside eye, right? And I made the mental leap to assume that his wife babysat with him... and maybe they were investing so much money into the business that the place they lived was too small to accommodate guests.
My mind created story after story justifying the room, so I asked instead, "And their parents are cool with this arrangement?"
"Oh yeah!" he said happily. "We get some extra dough and they get on-call babysitters. They love it."
I took one last look at the Wii and stacks of toys and settled on saying, "Well, you must be the most popular uncle in your family with a set up like this."
He blushed with pleasure, we finished the tour, and I never went back. Yeah, I thought the room was weird, but mostly I sensed that the business wasn't viable, so even when I was asked to teach there on future dates, I declined. All in all, it just seemed like a place I didn't want to associate my reputation with.
Then, last night, I get the news from our common friend: this guy is in jail with a $500,000 bail for 15 felony accounts, including aggravated sexual abuse, rape of a child, and dealing harmful materials. The kicker: all counts of abuse occurred at the school.
And my first thought? "I knew it."
Of course, I didn't know know it. But when I toured that school so many months ago and saw the room, my very first thought was that it was textbook molester set up. A billion toys, awesome games, and no rules or clean up? Rock on!
But I hadn't say anything. I didn't voice my concern to a soul. I assumed that since the parents of the children were aware of the set up and giving their thumbs up to their young, newlywed brother that it was none of my business to say anything--even to friends in the form of venting. After all, if there is one thing you don't want to accuse an innocent person of, it's this kind of abuse...
I got the news of his arrest 24 hours ago, but I'm still processing it... I, a grown adult, walked into a situation and saw it for what it was. I then proceeded to discount my conclusion, quash my discomfort, and walk away, mentally chastising myself for being such a cynic and always looking for the worst.
*sigh*
There's a lesson in this. I know there is. I'm not one to overreact, and I've never been a gossip--both reasons I never brought this up with anyone in discussions, but this situation has affected me for certain. For the sake of being polite, I played the "It's none of business" card and left a bad situation to fester on. My last thought when I left the school that day was that one of the parents of the students should report the room, just so it was on the radar of authorities and other parents. That way this guy would know to watch his step and keep the school more professional.
Notice how I excluded myself from that equation and justified why someone else should do it. Not me. I didn't have a kid there, but if I did, that room would freak me out. Yet other parents who went there knew of the room and hadn't blinked.
It was me... I was weird--perverted even, to go there mentally. I was anything and everything but responsible for reporting it. Because, seriously, how awkward would that be? And I hate awkward. I avoid conflict like the plague. But one of those parents... a high-maintenance, complaining parent should stomp their feet and cry foul. And I told myself that if anything were really wrong about the set up, one of them would.
Personal responsibility. It's amazing how easy it is to shirk onto someone else. And the reason I'm sharing all this with you is in hopes that you never have a similar moment. Maybe, by reading this, someone will pay more attention to their instincts in the future. Maybe you'll be in the situation like me where something is clearly off, and remembering this will give you the courage to speak up. Because I think the times are coming when, like this guy, perpetrators of crimes will do what they do so openly and nonchalantly that we'll doubt what we know we're seeing.
After all, if this guy was committing felonies in this room, wouldn't it be a secret? Wouldn't he take it off the tour and hide it away? Wouldn't his demeanor change when he walked in? How could someone abusing kids walk you through the site of the crime without the slightest hesitation or moment of pause?
Now, in retrospect, I see how. I remember cues I picked up on from the guy that tickled my suspicions at the time. I remember how I blew them off, choosing to believe that no one could be so nonchalant if they were guilty.
Au contraire.
So, yeah... still processing it all. And the subject really borderlines on being too personal for a blog, but isn't that the point? That this stuff, while occurring daily around us, is not spoken of openly? That no one I know has ever shared a story like this, even though they've known people who have gone to jail for the same thing? That people I know who had been abused never talk about how their perpetrator got away with it for years. It's just too private.
In the end, it's not about blame. I really think it's about sharing knowledge and speaking up--people sharing what they know and how they learned it. The writer in me is all fired up now, wanting to write a book about "How They Get Away With It." I've always been fascinated at how apathy fascilitates crime. This time I was the apathetic one. I pray it's the only the only time. And if posting about it here helps even one person in the future, then this was worth posting in my book.
Just sayin'...
October 26, 2010
Another Review/Interview
Two reviews/interviews for Kay'sVille on the same day?I should be so lucky EVERY day!!!
This one comes from Fire&Ice Photo, and if you don't follow her reviews, you totally should. I don't know how a busy mom of hour reads so much, but Heather gives it to you straight in her reviews.
In this interview, Heather sticks me with some insightful questions and points out some of her concerns with book 4.
Check out Heather's review and interview here, and check out her fantastic book-themed jewelry at her Etsy store online.
October 25, 2010
First Review of Kay'sVille is Up!
For those of you who are excited for the 4th installment of the Rhea Jensen series, a few special reviewers have received advanced copies of the PDF for review. One of those copies went to author Rachael Renee Anderson.
Check out her site, review of Kay'sVille and interview with me here.
Here's to hoping November passes just as fast as October has, and that Kay'sVille will hit shelves in record time!
October 22, 2010
Seriously, this deserves it's own post
There are times when you just want to burst with pride.
For nearly my entire life, I have watched my cousin, Jon Schmidt, joyfully attack the life of a solo, self-produced musician.
Not an easy path. Like authors, most musicians work really hard to be noticed by someone with money and get signed to a label. Although Jon certainly entertained that option at times, I'm sure, he is a self-made musician. Growing up I watched him create concerts, publicize them, produce CDs, sell them, and basically do all the things it takes to get people to know who you are.
Today he is known internationally, but that is not a mistake on his part. He tours and performs constantly, continues to write new, fun music, and is utilizing YouTube to find new fans and create new interest in his work.
He's been on the ball, and today national media finally gave him a shout out. I wish you could just see the goofy smile on my face right now. Seriously, after 25 years of hard work, I think this one article pushed the linked vid from 500,000 views to a current 1.2 million.
And that makes me very, very happy!
The article is from Entertainment Weekly: http://music-mix.ew.com/2010/10/21/taylor-swift-coldplay-viva-la-vida-cover/#more-22698
It speculates as to whether Taylor Swift took Jon's cue with his mash up when choosing to perform Cold Play.
Below are 3 videos. Jon's official mash up vid, a cool fan vid of the same song, and Taylor doing "Viva la Vida" for BBC. What do you think? Did Taylor catch wind of Jon's song and pick up her guitar to sing along? :)
For nearly my entire life, I have watched my cousin, Jon Schmidt, joyfully attack the life of a solo, self-produced musician.
Not an easy path. Like authors, most musicians work really hard to be noticed by someone with money and get signed to a label. Although Jon certainly entertained that option at times, I'm sure, he is a self-made musician. Growing up I watched him create concerts, publicize them, produce CDs, sell them, and basically do all the things it takes to get people to know who you are.
Today he is known internationally, but that is not a mistake on his part. He tours and performs constantly, continues to write new, fun music, and is utilizing YouTube to find new fans and create new interest in his work.
He's been on the ball, and today national media finally gave him a shout out. I wish you could just see the goofy smile on my face right now. Seriously, after 25 years of hard work, I think this one article pushed the linked vid from 500,000 views to a current 1.2 million.
And that makes me very, very happy!
The article is from Entertainment Weekly: http://music-mix.ew.com/2010/10/21/taylor-swift-coldplay-viva-la-vida-cover/#more-22698
It speculates as to whether Taylor Swift took Jon's cue with his mash up when choosing to perform Cold Play.
Below are 3 videos. Jon's official mash up vid, a cool fan vid of the same song, and Taylor doing "Viva la Vida" for BBC. What do you think? Did Taylor catch wind of Jon's song and pick up her guitar to sing along? :)
October 15, 2010
Which Book Will Sheralyn Write Next? YOU Choose!
Okay, so here they are: the romantic book options based on YOUR suggestions. (A note to Laura: I toyed with adding the UFO one on here, but I just don't think it's the best one to pitch to my publisher straight out of the gate, although I think it would be a blast!)
Below are 3 synopses. On your right is a poll showing each of their titles. You can vote once. There must be a minimum of 100 votes and the winning story must win by at least 10 votes or the voting continues until there is AT LEAST a 10-vote spread.
Once there are over 100 votes with a clear winner, I'll hop right on it and write you all a rollercoaster romance that will have you laughing, sighing, and smiling.
Promise.
So choose the one most likely to make you swoon, and be ready to be swept off your feet.
Option #1: The Cannon Curse
Mike Cannon's family history reads like a Shakespearean comedy of errors, thanks to what has come to be known as "the Cannon Curse." The Cannon men are known to fall in love first, fall in love hard, and fall in love once. And the women they love always—always—have the opposite reaction.
Having heard the stories of romatic toil and rejection all his life—including his own brother's tale of falling love in the 5th grade only to have wait until his wife was 23 to even like looking at him—Mike has developed a plan of attack: be irresistible to all females, and when the right one comes along she won't be able to refuse.
Unless, of course, she just happens to be engaged to his best friend.
Option #2: Polyga-Date
As dirt-poor graduate students at the University of Utah, Alex and his roommates have developed the perfect system of dating: the "Polyga-date." With an uneven amount of guys and girls, no official couples, and everyone paying for themselves, these polyga-dates are the perfect way to a.) not spend money on a girl, while b.) still getting their flirt on, and c.) enjoying welcome breaks from intense school and work schedules.
For years the polyga-date system worked until Denver, the little sister of one of Alex's oldest friends, starts joining in. Back from completing her Bachelor's degree back East, Denver isn't the shy little sister Alex remembers, and Alex can't believe he's the only one who objects to her going on multiple dates each week and... well, acting just like one of the guys.
It might be a double standard to disclude her from the polyga-dates, but all Alex knows is that if they don't, eventually some guy is going to get punched.
Option #3: Quick Steps
Before Lace Campbell ever walked, she had danced. Nothing made her feel more alive and she'd built a business on teaching others to share in her passion. She'd proudly believed she could teach anyone to dance—until she met Mac Deveraux.
For six months Mac has stumbled through her classes three times a week, his movements so awkward that more than once she'd been tempted to close the studio blinds. Forcing herself to have a candid conversation with Mac about how worthwhile the classes are for him, she discovers his true motivation for learning. It's for a girl. Mac's in love with a co-worker at his software company. He's known her for years but has never had the guts to ask her out because she swears up and down she won't consider any man who can't dance.
Willing to help the poor guy on his plight, Lace spends an evening spying on Mac's lady love and devises a new plan of attack. She'll do better than teach Mac to dance. She'll teach him all the right moves to win the girl so that in the end everyone will get what they want.
Or will they?
Any of these catch your interest? Vote now!
