On the morning of March 25, I got a fabulous phone call: Secrets of a Scandalous Heiress was named a finalist in the Short Historical category of the RITA® awards! The RITAs are the most distinguished award in romance writing, and for the rest of the day (and, ok, more time than that) I alternated between disbelief and happy freaking out.
My husband, Mr. R, has heard enough about romance writing over the years to know about the RITAs. So he suggested a celebration. “Whatever you want,” he kindly and perhaps unwisely suggested.
Me: Really? Like, I could buy a thing?
Mr. R: I was thinking dinner out, but…yeah, sure.
Because I had an idea in mind. And it was this.
The cotton candy maker promised to turn my house into the sort of candy paradise that Hansel and Gretel found in the woods (minus the evil witch, of course). We–meaning Little Miss R and me, though Mr. R was soon led by curiosity to investigate–began that evening with plain sugar, honing our craft.
Just kidding. There’s not really a craft to it. You try not to smack the cone against the heating element, that’s all.
Anyway, we had a good time making these little twirls of cotton candy. Not bad, I thought. It’s not exactly professional-grade floss, but then again this machine is the size of a toaster.
Then I invited some friends over for cotton candy, and for fun they pulled up a YouTube video featuring a cotton candy artist. Um, it was pretty amazing. And what we discovered? If you hold the cone horizontally, it doesn’t matter how little your machine is. You can make some big, fluffy treats. Behold: me looking like a goofball while making an impressive twist of cherry.
What did we learn from all this? Well, first, Mr. R probably learned not to give me carte blanche on celebrations, or I will turn our house into a carnival. But I also learned that making cotton candy is just as much fun as eating it. (Seriously. I made like five batches in a row.) I also learned that it’s good to have smart, curious friends who actually, y’know, try to figure out the best way to do things.
Tell me, what are your feelings on cotton candy? Or is there something else that makes you feel like a kid again? To one random commenter, I’ll send a print copy of my RITA-finaling book, Secrets of a Scandalous Heiress. International entries welcome. Winner announced on Sunday.
So yesterday Kristan was blogging about her TV obsession Naked and Afraid. I love TV and my latest obsession is binge-watching television shows. I have a really hard time watching a show when I have to wait an entire week to find out what happens next! One show that I binged on was How To Get Away With Murder.
Have you seen it? It’s riveting. I find most of the characters not likeable at all but I still want to know what happens next. I should confess that I was a Court TV junkie until that station ceased to broadcast. I happened to watch the entire first season of How To Get Away With Murder while I was plotting my latest release from Harlequin Desire.
You might be thinking, um, Kathy, Desire is glitz, glamour not murder…well, you’d be right. But the backstory for my latest Sons of Privilege (heroes who are born with lots of money and end up flawed) was already taking shape. I wanted my heroes to be men who were challenged by their past, good men underneath all that privilege, I added in my love for football and the TV show and created the Frat House Murders as their backstory.
The first book is out now. Here’s a teaser:
A nanny. A single father. A love stronger than revenge? Only from USA TODAY bestselling author Katherine Garbera!
Ten years ago, someone framed him for murder. Kingsley Buchanan lost everything, including Gabriella de la Cruz. Now the billionaire is back to settle old scores. But he must protect his child. Kingsley needs Gabi—as a nanny for his son.
But Gabi is no longer a naive girl. She’s a businesswoman with needs of her own. The only thing that hasn’t changed: her hunger for Kingsley. But Gabi won’t risk her heart on a man she can’t trust—unless she can convince him that love is more powerful than revenge…
What’s your favorite TV show right now? I just binge-watched Daredevil…omg, I could write an entire blog about the Marvel/Netflix shows. I loved Jessica Jones as well and can’t wait for Luke Cage to air this fall.
I’ve got a copy of HIS BABY AGENDA and some cool book swag for one lucky commenter.
People (usually not readers) often ask me if my books mirror my real life. Since my books are set in the Regency period when iphones, flushing toilets, and motorized vehicles didn’t exist, my life isn’t like my books at all.
But every so often real life does inspire fiction. On Tuesday, my new book, I Kissed a Rogue, released. In one scene a mama cat and her kittens made an appearance. As I was staring into space, thinking of a way to describe the mama cat, my gaze settled on my sweet cat Maisy.
No Maisy is spayed and has never had kittens, but she is one of the sweetest cats I’ve ever been privileged to know. I’m certain she would make a wonderful mama, just like the cat in the book.
Maisy must know she’s famous now, because when I received my author copies, she was happy to pose with “her” book.
The dog in another of my books, The Rogue You Know, wasn’t modeled on my dog Sparky. I didn’t have a dog when I wrote TRYK. I adopted Sparky shortly after finishing edits on the book, which has always led me to wonder if writing about a dog made me want to have a dog. Beauty, the big white dog in the book, is such a loyal and smart creature, and my Sparky, though she be small and black, is loyal and smart too.
Currently, I’m writing a new book, and it too has a dog—a white and brown puppy named Wellington. Wellington, or Welly for short, is constantly in trouble, as most puppies are. There’s quite a bit of Sparky in Welly too. Sparky loves to make mischief.
What are your favorite books with animals? One person who comments will be randomly chosen to win a print copy of I KISSED A ROGUE. Winner announced and contacted Sunday.
Yesterday my newest historical romance, A Gentleman’s Game, hit stores. This is the first novel in the Romance of the Turf trilogy (there was also a prequel novella, The Sport of Baronets), which is set in the Regency horse-racing world.
I love London and ballrooms, but it was fun to research some different parts of England as my characters–along with a string of Thoroughbreds–make their way from Newmarket to Epsom for the race of the year. Nathaniel and Rosalind’s story includes Shakespeare, sugared almonds, a sheepdog, and secrets–along with a lot of other things that don’t begin with S.
For the curious, Chapter 1 of A Gentleman’s Game is posted on my website. I hope you’ll stop by and check it out!
For fun today, I’ll give away one of my Holiday Pleasures or Matchmaker books in print. Winner’s choice! I’ll choose a winner at random on Sunday from among all commenters. Open internationally.
Do tell, what’s something that’s made you happy this week? It’s been a really busy week (in a good way) and I’d love to catch up on what’s going on with all of you.
Find A Gentleman’s Game at your favorite retailer:
Yesterday was the release day for The Sport of Baronets, a prequel novella to my new Regency horse-racing trilogy. Two days ago, I turned in the second book in that trilogy to my editor. I’m not quite sure where the entire month of October went.
Anyway, now that I’m (temporarily) not on deadline, I’m ready to look around the real world again. Sunlight! Trees! People who don’t wear corsets! They’re all around, y’all. And this week, I’m letting myself enjoy the little things.
Sure, my Regency characters live a pretty good life, apart from all the emotional wringers I put them through. But do they get to…
…gorge on supposedly-for-Halloween candy?
No. They do not. Peanut butter hadn’t even been invented then, so my Regency characters each have a hole in their heart just the shape and size of a Reese’s. I’m not sure how anyone wrote a novel 200 years ago. The last third of my just-turned-in book was entirely fueled by Halloween candy.
…turn on a light when, thanks to the return of standard time, it gets dark out at 5 pm?
No. They do not. Even though I know from the movie National Treasure that Benjamin Franklin invented Daylight Saving Time (history is everywhere!), it’s never become a plot point in my books. My characters in The Sport of Baronets enjoy some long late-spring days, but when the sun goes down, they have to settle for oil lamps and candlelight. Which they seem to regard as both forgiving and conducive to romance. Oh, you characters.
…sit in a nice glider rocker while watching The Great British Baking Show?
No. They do not. Which is sad for them, for there is no greater bliss on earth than sitting in a nice glider rocker while watching The Great British Baking Show. At least to me, the day after a book deadline. Bart and Hannah of The Sport of Baronets would surely like the show, but they have to make do by watching a horse race. And for the chair, they use a jockey’s weight balance for…um, you know, you’d just better read that for yourself.
The Great British Baking Show airs on PBS on Sundays. Set your DVR!
National Treasure is pretty fun, especially the historian’s horror when they chuck the Declaration of Independence into the street or paint it with lemon juice.
Halloween candy should not be eaten to the exclusion of all other foods, even on deadline.
Um…I think that’s all the wise pronouncements I have for today. What’s up with you all? Did you have a good Halloween? What are you most grateful for that poor ol’ historical romance characters don’t get to experience? Do you like National Treasure and/or The Great British Baking Show? I’m feeling chatty, so just let me know what’s on your mind.