Awesome news, isn’t it? And it’s about time, too!

First, I want to thank all of you who’ve stayed with me faithfully through the last year of my insane career. Why? Because it’s been 16 verrrrrrry long months since my last erotic romance, Call of the Witches, was published.

Trust me. I never in a million years planned for that to happen. But Forbidden Publications (who bought my Rune Witch Series) was supposed to publish that ebook novella trilogy in the Spring/Summer of 2009. And Trytium Publishing was set to publish A Vampire’s Kiss in the fall of 2009.

Instead Forbidden went out of business in March, shocking many of its authors, including me. That meant I had to stop working on the vamp novel to find a new publisher for the The Rune Witch Series.

I’m sure by now many of you have seen me hinting about this, so here are the juicy details.

When I had lunch at the mall last Tuesday with my friend Amanda she said she couldn’t believe Wes hadn’t noticed I haven’t been wearing my wedding ring for almost two weeks now. That was the first time he fucked up. The Thursday before Valentine’s Day when he complained for the third time that week about having to give me a Valentine’s Day gift.

What?

I mean, we’re only talking about a $50 bookstore gift card, ya know? Well, the the third time he complained I blew and told him I was tired of his negative attitude about EVERYTHING. Then I declared our marriage open, so he could go out and find a woman he liked enough to give her a V-day gift without bitching constantly about it.

One of my local girlfriends called me on Wednesday night because she was at a crossroads in her life. She’s twenty, and she’s trying to figure out what her next move will be. Almost every area of her life sucks right now, and to make matters worse, nothing she’s done career-wise has clicked for her either. Yeah, that was bumming her out, too.

The problem is she’s a creative person. But she’s under pressure from her family and society to create a traditional life for herself. Yet she knows in her heart that’s just not gonna work for her.

What it boils down to is she’s never given herself permission to do what makes her happy. And she’s not alone. I think that’s what happens to a lot of people at any age. We spend too much time thinking about what we feel we should do rather than finding a way to do what makes us happy.

I had a fab conference call with my agent and Alex on Friday afternoon. Then my agent called that night to discuss a contract he’s working on for me.

In the course of the conversation he says: “When I tell people about you, I always say you’re the most honest person I know.”

I laugh and thank him for the compliment. “Well,” I reply. “I am what I am. What you see is what you get with me. I’m the same in person as I am on the web.”

“I know,” he agrees. “I admire that about you because it’s so unusual.”

If you’ve ever googled me, you know I also have a line of empowering art prints and posters. Many of you have been asking when these items will be added to my store.

Well, today is the day!

In 1995, Haddad’s Fine Arts Inc., in California began publishing a line of six art prints and one poster featuring my empowering poems, mediations, and whimsical paintings. Since then these prints have sold worldwide every year and were carried for a while by Target (on the West Coast), Michael’s, and Bed, Bath & Beyond. Now they’re sold by several art print distributors on the web and in art galleries/frame shops worldwide.

I’ve already written blog posts in the last year about how much I love my pussy and my small breasts. So I thought I’d write today about how much I love my sexy bod. Especially since this is the time of year when I tend to go into shock. Yeah, my birthday is coming up the first week of April.

I’ll be 53.

Eeeek! There must be some mistake, right? LOL

Being delusional and always thinking I’m 18 helps soften the birthday blow. Plus, the fact I tend to dress, talk, and act like a teenager (duh!) doesn’t hurt. Not to mention, I take really good care of my sexy bod (which is true of all the exhibitionists I know, but that’s another blog post… *kinky grin).

As you know, there are lots of things about Alpha men that piss me off these days (LOL). But the thing that irritates me the most is that they’re such arrogant bastards. Grrrrr….!

Those of you who know me know I came from an abusive home (mental illness, alcoholism, paranoia, verbal and emotional abuse, you name it). My childhood is not something I like to talk about because I prefer to focus on the positive. When people ask, I tell them I’ve been to hell and back. Been there, done that, ain’t going back! But surviving ain’t living. And living is what I’m all about. Oh, yeah…! *lusty grin*

That means I learned at a very early age the only person who can make me happy is ME. To do this I had to become “proactive” rather than “reactive.”

I was talking to a guy friend of mine last week, and we were discussing my novels and blog. He’s been reading everything of mine he can get his hands, and we’ve been talking a lot about my work. It’s been a real treat for me, since I rarely talk to people who understand the nitty gritty of what I do.

“The writing in your novels and blog is very feminine,” he says. “I can see why women like it so much. It’s easy for them to relate to you.”

True. I’m a Southern Belle through and through. None of that guy stuff for me. Horrors! I’m all perfume and sexy clothes and everything soft and feminine.

Except when it comes to sex, and I told him that.

Yeah, that’s me. And those are my four addictions. Oh, how I love them!! *lusty grin*

When I posted on Facebook earlier this week about my recent sexy lingerie purchases, I got a comment from one of my fans that made me think about this.

Readers often assume I buy sexy, trashy lingerie for Wes. Nah. The truth is the man isn’t into lingerie. In fact, he thinks my obsession is silly. No, I’m not kidding.

So I buy trashy lingerie for ME. That’s right. Like all my addictions, it makes me happy. And anything that makes me happy is something I’m gonna do a LOT.

I don’t know if you’ve seen the comments on this blog or at Facebook, but my booksigning on Saturday was a HUGE success! Local readers/fans read in the December issue of my newsletter that it was my last booksigning, and they came out in force to buy my novels for themselves and as gifts for friends. Others came out just to tell me how much they loved the novels.

Consequently, I sold out in an hour and a half. Wow! Yeah, I definitely felt the love on Saturday. Thanks, everyone…you are the BEST!!

Then, as I was leaving the mall, I discovered the lingerie department at Dillard’s was having its semi-annual lingerie sale.

Uh-oh.