It’s OUT! Secrets Rising is on the shelves! So cool. And yes, of course, since I always have my camera with me, I took this shot at my local Wal-Mart. What about you? Seen Secrets Rising out in your town? Isn’t my baby pretty? It still looks very red. But whatever. It’s MY BOOK!
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I got this note from reader Debbie Dunn yesterday (and she gave me permission to use it). This is the kind of thing that MAKES MY DAY!!

Dearest Suzanne!!!

WOW! I love, love, love the new Haven story ‘Secrets Rising’. The sexy Jake *which happens to be my nickname* was just *sigh*. And Keely was so unasuming. I love it when a heartbroken, thinks she doesn’t deserve anything good…girl ends up with the best of everything.

Can hardly wait until the next one! btw…If you have a copy of the next one just lying around…You could send it on to me! LOL!

PAX was a keeper and now so will Haven be.

Debbie

Is that the nicest note or what? (Thank you, Debbie!) I still remember being a little girl, 12 years old, reading my first Harlequin Romance and thinking, this is what I want to do, I want to write romance novels. And I do! For Harlequin! And PEOPLE READ THEM! (Most amazing!)

Dreams do come true. :flying:

Did you have a childhood wish, a dream of what your life would be, what you would do, where you would live, anything? Did your dream come true? I wanna know! This weekend, I still have one more June Silhouette Romantic Suspense release to give away–Mob Mistress by Sheri Whitefeather. (Winner announced Monday.) Drop a note to be in the running! Have a great weekend!

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Mama Fuzzball with her last kitten, Desdemona.

We call her That Damn Fuzzball because she poops all over the house, making herself a most unwelcome guest, and it’s only her continued nursing of Desdemona not to mention the hole in the screen door that explains her presence at all anymore. I really didn’t think she could do anything to earn my admiration at this point, until–

A few days ago, we found a tiny stray kitten, maybe four weeks old, too young to be motherless, and 14 has been taking care of her. Yesterday we decided she didn’t seem quite right and we loaded up to take her to the vet. 14 was supposed to hold her. She’s so tiny, you can hold her in one hand. Only he didn’t. He let go. And next thing we knew, she’d crawled up inside the dash of my car.

It was 91 degrees and a kitten was stuck in my dash. For SIX HOURS. She wouldn’t come out. We went back home. Two teenagers went to work trying to figure out how to get into the dash. We flagged a man on the road to help us. We called over a neighbor to help us. My cousin finally came home. We got nowhere and pieces of my dash were hanging out all over the place but we couldn’t reach her. We tried leaving her alone, we tried food, we tried everything. It started raining. It got dark. We’re facing a really sucky situation. Either the kitten’s going to die in my dash and make my car smell REALLY NICE or we open the windows, let it rain all over my car and maybe let the Angry Raccoon in to tear it up in hopes the kitten runs out during the night–and we’ll never see it again, never be able to take it to the vet. It might die anyway….. 14–my big football player–is in tears. Last ditch effort–Fuzzball. A mother cat, not her mother cat, but still a mother cat who sounds and smells LIKE a mother cat.

I got Fuzzball, shut her up in the car.

SIX HOURS we’d tried to get that kitten out of the dash. Fuzzball got her out in five minutes.

She can poop wherever she wants today.

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Deer in the meadow bottom.

I can’t drive down the road here to my little farmhouse in the boonies without seeing all kinds of wildlife– chipmunks, squirrels, turtles, bunnies, birds, groundhogs, and deer, lots of deer. Usually, right in front of my car, leaping out of the woods suddenly and scaring the crap out of me. They run away just as I reach for my camera.

I love the wildlife, except for this one raccoon. I thought he was so cute at first. I had no idea raccoons were so pretty till I saw this one up close, on the porch. Gorgeous! So I thought then. And HUGE! I didn’t know raccoons were so big. Now I’m thinking he’s some kind of mutant raccoon with anger management issues. I’m starting to hate this raccoon. He broke the lid off my dogfood container, and every night he takes down my bird feeders, dumps them, and pigs out.

But just eating my food isn’t enough, apparently.

You can see in this picture where he took down the squirrel feeder and devoured the corn. Then he took down the suet feeder. And after he got done consuming every last scrap of my suet, he stomped on the suet feeder in his rage that there was no more. STOMPED ON IT. Ruined it.

In an attempt to run him off, I’m going to have to stop putting out suet and bird seed for awhile. (Spice will NOT be a happy camper when I shut down her kitty amusement park.) If you never hear from me again, it’s because the Angry Raccoon broke into my house and is holding me hostage. Send suet.

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