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Loving Even More Coverage for Romance…

A lovely review from the Chicago Sun-Times (it made my mother weep with joy)

I got to visit the Sisterhood of the Jaunty Quills here!

A nice mention on Bookish.

I got to be the Book Brahmin for ShelfAwareness. A blast!

And Romance University let me guest post, as well.

Talk about busy!


A Very Bloom Valentine

photo (13)Valentine’s Day can be a sore subject, and I went through periods of hating the day. It’s not a holiday I am eager to experience, though at work, it’s a spectacle of chocolate. Over time, I’ve learned to think of it as an appreciation of love.

My first Valentine’s Day with Sam, I didn’t know what to expect. We were already happy. Maybe I hinted that VD was a nice day for coupledom. All I remember is that at 6am on the day itself, he ran out the door and came back with the Duane Reade special of fake rose petals and candle set. Ta da! He’d forgotten all about Hearts Day. I laughed so hard–not a big deal since how can you complain when someone is nice to you every day? The next year, he brought me home a “Cupid launcher” which I keep safe since there are middle-aged children in the house. We spent much of that evening shooting little plastic Cupids around the living room. Last year, I received a Duane Reade elephant wearing an orange yarmulke (a Sam touch).

But this year takes the cake. A GIANT DOG that is almost the size of chair. I reciprocated with a medium-sized tiger, flashing Disney glass, and heart soap. It’s officially tradition that Valentine’s Day is about the crap at Duane Reade.1799061_10152199077114449_1332827383_o

I hope you enjoyed this day, however you spent it.


Movie Night

MV5BMTkxNjIyNjE5OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMTI3NzkxOQ@@._V1_SX640_SY720_Since we’re battling colds and the weather is intimidating, this will be short…and we have 20 minutes left of Olympus Has Fallen to watch. We’re not quite sure who gets out alive. This one makes White House Down seem like Citizen Kane. Do you hear me complaining? There’s something comforting about action movie tropes:

1. A child will be in danger (not cool, but the successful rescue is predictable, thank goodness)

2. Bullets fly and never hit the hero except maybe in the arm.

3. The VP doesn’t exist.

4. First Lady dies.

5. Just when you think the fictitious Prez has died, he lives!

6. The nukes are always activated.

7. Just one guy saves the White House while a room full of people watch.

8. If Morgan Freeman is in it, he will say something pivotal that will give you chills.

9. You can count on many unintentionally homoerotic scenes.

And the big lesson is that you don’t want to mess with the guy from 300.


Last Night’s Reading at B&N

1796701_10151973858568520_1844990301_nWhat a trip! For months, I’d been looking forward to my first reading of Romance Is My Day Job and the day finally arrived. Oddly enough, I felt pretty great rather than super nervous. Monkey Mind might have done some whispering in my ear (you’re going to get fear-paralysis 10 minutes before, that stomach flu–it’s going to hit you right in the middle of your reading) but I ignored it because, hey, I’m 45. All went well, I enjoyed every minute: going to B&N, seeing my face on a sign for a reading, navigating the carpet in my stilettos, watching my friends/relatives come up the escalator, noticing the former headmaster of my high school (how intimidating is that) in the second row, seeing my mother in the first row (did I mention she’s in front of audiences ALL THE TIME?), getting the sudden urge to impulse purchase jigsaw puzzles three minutes before the reading, and the massive contingent of buddies from work.

At the end, I got to meet a whole lot of nice people and see familiar faces. My only brain-freeze came when I had to sign books. What do you say? I love you, where did you get that sweater, thank you for reading my book, do you like Shahs of Sunset too? I did what I could, but I’ll say to those who received signed books, I deeply appreciate your being there. I enjoyed talking with you. It was a little like my wedding where I spoke with no one for more than two minutes–though that chunk of time was lovely.

I could totally do this again!

And now, withdrawal and back to work, which means editing.

PS: Does anyone notice my staple for meetings?

(photo taken by my BFF Nici, who is in the book)


Hooked on Nashville, Can’t Stop Watching

connie_britton_nashvilleI should be focusing 100% on work and my book, but I’ve become obsessed with Nashville. Can this be considered research? Yes. And here’s why:

1. Rayna James (played by the luminous Connie Britton) knows how to perform no matter what happens to her, even with damaged vocal chords, divorce, love gone bad, who’s the daddy, and daddy issues. Not only that, but she has amazing hair. She is a timeless heroine.

2. Many romance novels delve into communities we want to know more about: small towns, lucrative industries, international settings, military families, vineyards, the office, school. Nashville is all about the drama of country music (I don’t care if it’s an accurate depiction–I love it).

3. I’m noting how the show deals with serious issues such as infidelity, alcoholism, identity crises, lost love, and how well Rayna carries off her smoky eyeshadows.

4. There is so much conflict. Just when I get used to one true-blue couple, they break up! I’m only on Season 2, but I’m counting the minutes until Scarlet and Gunnar get back together (don’t tell me if they do or not). It’s no wonder I read romance novels. From episode to episode, I have to recalibrate and deal with a new set of troubles for these characters.

5. Maybe the pacing is just so good. Pacing is an important component in romance novels. You want to devour them, right?

And now, I’m trying to find a reason why I shouldn’t go on to the next episode since it is so educational. This is my confession…



A Word from Dr. Bloom

untitled6Patience has bestowed upon me the honor and privilege of writing a post to her blog tonight.  The excitement surrounding her book’s appearance on shelves has been titillating for both of us.  I’m biased and cannot really give an objective view of the book because I am the author’s husband and a “character,” in all of this term’s meanings, in her candid memoir.  Racking my brain for an approach to an entry, I thought that it might be of some interest to treat the following question: How does the “hero” read the story of and by the love of his life?  Well, first he skips the parts about the other guys about whom he has mostly heard everything, and he immediately skips to the parts about himself.  Weeks before the book comes out, he reads the cross-section of Penelope’s other suitors (lest there’s any confusion, it’s a classical allusion; I never mistake Patience for Prudence either).   Oddly, rather than enrage our hero, these anecdotes helped complete the picture.  In terms of his own portrayal, our hero is both flattered and mortified, qualifiers that attest to the author’s talent and authenticity.   What more can our hero say other than that he is immensely proud of his heroine!