I’ve got a sneak peek at my June Desire for you (by then, the line will be known as Harlequin Desire rather than Silhouette Desire, by the way), HER LITTLE SECRET, HIS HIDDEN HEIR.

It is going to be part of the “Billionaires & Babies” promotion, & here is the back cover copy that will appear on the book:

LIES AND LULLABIES

Face to face with his ex-wife again, millionaire Marcus Keller received more than a jolt of deep attraction. He discovered he was a daddy. Vanessa had been pregnant when they divorced, bore him a son and kept it a secret. It was a betrayal he wasn’t sure he could forgive.

There was no way he would walk away from his child…his heir. The businessman would do his best to be civil to the lovely bakery owner, who was one tough cookie in her own right. But would it only be business between them, or would Marcus indulge his own secret agenda to make this woman his again…once and for all?

Billionaires & Babies: Powerful men—wrapped around their babies’ little fingers.

Do you love it? I kind of love it. :thumbsup

Next up should be a peek at the cover. I can’t wait!

Not yet, but I’d certainly like to. :Pretty

I don’t know about other writers, but for me, the very end of a book is murder.  And not in the fun, I-write-murder-mysteries-&-get-to-kill-off-a-different-character-in-every-other-chapter way, either. :crazy

You know that joke about “every time I think I’ll make ends meet, someone up & moves the ends”? That totally applies to my writing process!  Every time I get near The End of a story, someone always seems to come in & move it farther away.  Without fail, the “last chapter” of whatever I’m working on takes me at least a month, maybe more.  And that’s a month more than I’m expecting or have planned for—for what I think should only be one lousy chapter!

Unfortunately, what I know just has to be my “last chapter” usually stretches out into two, three, even four more.  This time around, with the end of MUST LOVE VAMPIRES, I think it was more like five or six.

I don’t even know how that’s possible, except that I’m apparently not a very good judge of how much space it takes to wrap things up.  Which probably shouldn’t be too surprising, since I’m not very good at guessing how many gumballs are in a jar, either.  Could be six, could be six million; I have no concept of age or numbers. :ouch

Or maybe I ramble a little too much, finding a way to turn a nice, succinct three-scene chapter into more like ten.  Of each.

Now, considering that I tend to be a “short” writer—& no, I’m not talking about my diminutive height, thankyouverymuch—that’s probably a good thing.  It gives a little more meat to stories that would otherwise come in under my required word count.

But still, every single time I near the end of a book, those last hundred pages sneak up & knock me for a total loop.  I can see The End in sight…I can feel that I’m going to be done soon…I think they’ll whiz by & I’ll have the book done in another week or two, tops.  Ha!  It’s like slogging through quicksand or running in place—no matter how fast or how much I write, I never seem to make any headway.  And how those last hundred pages manage to turn into a thousand, I’ll never know, but it certainly feels that way.  Every. Single. Time.

So take my word for it.  It is much, much easier to know for sure when you’ve only got a hundred more pages of a book to read :cantputdown than when you think you’ve only got a hundred more pages of one to write! :smash

Me & guess-timating? Not a good mix, whether we’re talking word count or gumballs. :faint