Sierra Donovan's Blog - Posts Tagged "identity"
Uh-oh ... I'm not THAT Sierra Donovan!
I was Googling myself a little while back and nearly fell out of my chair when I read this:
"In Southern California, Sierra Donovan is stunned by the photos she just received of her naked except for chocolate syrup...."
ACK!!!
The fact that I live in Southern California added an extra, bone-chilling element. Did some cyber-stalker sneak a webcam into my house, spot my emergency stash of Hershey's kisses, and get the wrong idea?
Peering nervously over my shoulder, I read on. Turns out the piece is a review of a novel by Tawny Weber. And the fictional Sierra Donovan isn't any more of a chocolate eclair than I am. Those nasty photos in the story were doctored up by some bad guys who are out to blackmail the heroine.
But how'd the heroine get my name? If she had red hair and an addiction to Spider Solitaire, I might start hunting under my bed for that webcam.
So I contacted author Tawny Weber to ask how she ended up turning me into a dessert. (We've bumped into each other on author websites a few times, but let's just say her name is more recognizable than mine.) She explained that when she was looking for a last name for her character Sierra -- named after her dog!! -- "Donovan" sounded right. She just didn't realize it was the ring of familiarity.
Hey, I've always been pretty partial to the name myself. And I know what catch-alls our writers' brains can be.
Since the book has now been published as a Harlequin Blaze, I can look on the bright side. It's always nice to see my name in print. And I can certainly think of worse fates than being rolled in chocolate. It could've been Crisco. Or peanut butter. Or killer bees. (Although, come to think of it, where there's chocolate, the bees might not be far behind....)
If you read Tawny's book, you'll find that her Sierra Donovan is a smart businesswoman (dark brunette, by the way). As a Blaze character, she may be a bit more adventuresome than my heroines ... but a truffle she's not.
So here's to Tawny, who put me in print without my having to lift a finger. Can't ask for better publicity than that!
Although, fair warning, girlfriend: My sister once had a golden retriever named Tawny....
"In Southern California, Sierra Donovan is stunned by the photos she just received of her naked except for chocolate syrup...."
ACK!!!
The fact that I live in Southern California added an extra, bone-chilling element. Did some cyber-stalker sneak a webcam into my house, spot my emergency stash of Hershey's kisses, and get the wrong idea?
Peering nervously over my shoulder, I read on. Turns out the piece is a review of a novel by Tawny Weber. And the fictional Sierra Donovan isn't any more of a chocolate eclair than I am. Those nasty photos in the story were doctored up by some bad guys who are out to blackmail the heroine.
But how'd the heroine get my name? If she had red hair and an addiction to Spider Solitaire, I might start hunting under my bed for that webcam.
So I contacted author Tawny Weber to ask how she ended up turning me into a dessert. (We've bumped into each other on author websites a few times, but let's just say her name is more recognizable than mine.) She explained that when she was looking for a last name for her character Sierra -- named after her dog!! -- "Donovan" sounded right. She just didn't realize it was the ring of familiarity.
Hey, I've always been pretty partial to the name myself. And I know what catch-alls our writers' brains can be.
Since the book has now been published as a Harlequin Blaze, I can look on the bright side. It's always nice to see my name in print. And I can certainly think of worse fates than being rolled in chocolate. It could've been Crisco. Or peanut butter. Or killer bees. (Although, come to think of it, where there's chocolate, the bees might not be far behind....)
If you read Tawny's book, you'll find that her Sierra Donovan is a smart businesswoman (dark brunette, by the way). As a Blaze character, she may be a bit more adventuresome than my heroines ... but a truffle she's not.
So here's to Tawny, who put me in print without my having to lift a finger. Can't ask for better publicity than that!
Although, fair warning, girlfriend: My sister once had a golden retriever named Tawny....
