I’m working on a new sekrit series project, and my smutty alter ego, Annika Martin, is continuing her menage series about hot bank robbers. Also, I have a Carolyn Crane story in the follow-up to the Wild and Steamy anthology, Fire & Frost, which I’m doing with Meljean Brook and Jill Myles again.
I really loved Lothaire by Kresley Cole. I thought it was just wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. And hot!
Mashed potatoes with gravy. I’m easy!! Oh wait…English Toffee!
I was going to say all of them, but then I thought, no, that is not good enough for Wicked Little Pixie, I must pick one. So I have just now forced myself to mentally review EVERY holiday song I know. A horrible whirl of them now running through my head, I can safely say it’s Frosty the Snowman. Thanks!! Hope you’re HAPPY!!!
Here at the Crane house we have two very special ones. One is the ritual of coating the lower branches of the yuletide tree with Tabasco, so that the cats won’t chew on them and make themselves sick. Please imagine the fabulous smell of pine boughs…mixed with Tabasco sauce. It will really get you in the mood for the holidays. The other is the hanging of the kitteh ornament, an ugly quilted ornament, and we don’t mind if they tear it off the tree and chew it.
My parents went through a traveling phase where they would bring back Christmas ornaments from foreign lands that were so giant and heavy they were un-hangable on the Christmas tree. So, you just never knew what to do with them!
I gave my sister these giant silver dolphin earrings one Christmas. You kind of had to see them. They were big as can lids. I don’t know what I was thinking.
As a kid, my favorite holiday memory is probably taking walks on Christmas day with my parents and sisters after all the madness and presents. I just remember it as a time of undistracted closeness.
I am the world’s worst driver. I try really hard to drive well, too, but I am no good at it. I will go way out of my way to avoid highways, because of how I suck at merging, even if my trip takes twice as long.
There was a whole fad in the early 1900’s of writers and philosophers studying bugs, like in their nearby woods, and writing detailed essays about all the stuff they saw the bugs doing and comparing them to humans, or debating things like, whether flies or bees are superior beings. I have a collection of such books and they are weird and funny. Yes, that is definitely the weirdest thing I collect.
My giveaway is a backlist choice – any one print book or any two ebooks of Carolyn Crane or Annika, assuming I have them in the chosen format.