My writer brain’s been in Maui. Only the brain, though, alas.


My best-selling title in 2013 so far has been The Supermodel’s Best Friend, and some have asked (thank you for that, by the way) about a sequel.

Good news! I’m working on it now. Unfortunately, Miles is happily hitched with Lucy, so I couldn’t give him another book (I know, I know) but I have made him the inspiration for this one. (My working title is The Start-Up, but this will change after I write and delete and rewrite and cry and rewrite then publish. And maybe again after that. For instance, I think The Geek Who Loved Me needs a name change… BUT I DIGRESS.)

Our new heroine, Nicki, is crushed to learn that Miles Girard, our hero from Supermodel, is getting married and will never, ever get together with her. Ever. So off to Maui she goes for the summer (she’s a junior high teacher) to live it up as a fearless, happy, independent woman who isn’t afraid to live–or fly over large bodies of open water, drive a rental car, eat in a restaurant by herself, have sex without carving her heart out with an X-ACTO blade, expose her semi-naked body in public, or learn to swim.

Maybe you noticed the sex part of her premature bucket list. That’s not really the theme, though; she’s got a lot of hang-ups to tackle first. Which might make her too annoying for some readers, but that’s just how she is. I may be the writer but there’s only so much I can do to control these people.

Luckily for those of us who really like male characters (and the rest of them) it’s not all about her. I’ve got just the man cooked up for Nicki…I love this guy, I really do. After Miles in Supermodel, I wasn’t sure if I could ever love another man. But Ansel (named by his parents after Ansel Adams) is just the fun-loving, failed venture capitalist (The Start-Up, get it?) to get me typing faster. While my fingers go tippy-tap, so does Nicki’s heart.

Barf, I know, but I mean it. I really do.

Tippy tap tippy tap… sigh. I’ll post my progress. Slow but steady. Thanks for your patience.