I have a new review for The Seventh Sense. This one is from Sensual Ecataromance. An excerpt:

I found this book really good, I loved the premise of a ring that could and would protect its wearer from any and all harm. I also enjoyed the characters, especially Erin and Luke, their search for answers as well as their budding romance made this tale all that much more enjoyable.

You can read the entire review as well.

If you haven’t read The Seventh Sense, you can read more about it here.

Friends are wonderful.

A friend of mine gave me a cool present—a kit that lets me plug in my CD player to the tape deck in my car. Now I can listen to CDs on my car stereo. It’s definitely the best gift I’ve received this year.

The same friend called me last week when I took a day off work. “Did you take a nap?” she asked. I said no. I’d tried, but I just tossed and turned and couldn’t get to sleep.

“Have you tried an Unsolved Mysteries nap?” {A nap where I curl up on the couch, turn on Unsolved Mysteries, and sleep.}

“No,” I replied.

“You should.”

When I got off the phone, I went to the living room, turned on Unsolved Mysteries. And was asleep within ten minutes.

Thanks, Heidi.

I’m doing the first round of edits on Battle. With each manuscript, I overuse a word or phrase. This time around, it’s sighing. My heroine does way too much sighing throughout the story. So I’m editing that out.

I’ve had several different editors, and have so far enjoyed them all. Their goal has been the same as mine—to make the story as strong as it can be. It’s a valuable opportunity to go back to the story after I’ve had some distance.

So I enjoy this part of the process—even when I feel stupid about overusing something. *Sigh.*

The spam is all the same this week, so I’ve decided to add a sexy Saturday pic on occasion. The first is courtesy Megan Frampton.

There’s something sexy about a man who is comfortable in his own skin. Plus I like the glimpse of his chest and his bare feet.

. . . who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead.

That part of the saying certainly applies to me. No matter what I do, I seem to find a curl that wants to do its own thing. Case in point: this week’s photo of the week.