It’s all about keeping it personal . . . #sweetandspicyromance #romance #contemporary #humor #cat #amreadingromance

I get asked a lot if I ever put personal information or stories in my novels. Well, the answer to that is “of course”! I love putting personal touches in my writing. It makes it extra fun when friends and family notice and send me messages about it too.

So what is an example of this? Well, actually here are two.

In my novel, The Parking Space, Helen shares a story about her orange tabby cat named Charlie with Rick. Not only do I own a fat, orange tabby named Charlie, but the funny story Helen shares actually happened to my late cat Tuffy.

I still remember that night like it was yesterday. My husband and I laid in bed laughing for at least 30 minutes before going to look for him. So what’s the story?

“Is there anything cuter than a kitten?”

“I don’t think there is.” He picked up a Siamese colored one and cradled it in his hand. “How old was Charlie when you got him?”

“Seven or eight weeks.” Memories of my fat cat as a rambunctious kitten stirred in my mind. Times when he’d use my furniture as trees or go running through my kitchen, his claws slipping on the linoleum so badly he actually wouldn’t move an inch no matter how hard he tried.

I couldn’t help but laugh to myself.

“What’s so funny?”

“I remember this one time I was lying in bed trying to get to sleep. Everything was dark, I mean pitch black, and I couldn’t see anything. I could hear Charlie running through the apartment. Up over the couch, through the living, through the dining room, I could hear his claws in the carpet. Finally, he ran into my bedroom and through the bathroom door. I heard him on the tile and then all of a sudden there was this huge splash.” I paused, clutching my chest, barely able to speak through my laughter. “I had forgotten to put the toilet seat lid down.”

“Oh no.” Rick slapped his hand over his mouth then jerked his head back with laughter.

“I couldn’t stop laughing and must have laid there for at least ten minutes before I went looking for him.”

“That’s hilarious.”

“It was. It really was. Gross. But so funny.”

Helen Wright is done with love. Left at the altar then stood up by a blind date, her only ‘significant other’ is her real estate career and her fat, orange tabby, Charlie. When her wealthiest client fires her then bad mouths her all over the city, Helen’s professional life turns just as pathetic as her love life. Her only consolation is a much-needed vacation to Bora Bora to attend a friend’s wedding.

Single again, veterinarian Rick Stark needs only three things: a new practice, a new city, and a new place to live. He’s desperate to move on from his cheating ex-fiancée. Tired of spending the night on a friend’s couch, he jumps at the opportunity to apply for the perfect job on the beautiful islands of Bora Bora. Little does he know how boring a vacation alone can actually get, so upon meeting the shy and introverted Helen, he finds himself oddly determined to help her have fun instead of letting her hide in her overwater bungalow.

Could both of them been wrong about finding love again? And if so, what are they supposed to do when her old flame pops back into the picture wanting to reignite the engagement he once ended?




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