20 and counting …

     Gee, that headline makes me sound like a reality TV mom, except that I'm talking about books, not babies. My 20^th published through Harlequin Enterprises hits store shelves in December. 

     In a way, I suppose writing a book is like having a baby. Some days when I stare at my computer screen I feel nauseated. Other days, I have cravings. Only chocolate - and lots of it - will spur my creative process. Some night are sleepless. My characters are kicking and keeping me awake. Toward the end, my story becomes unwieldy. Rewriting is in order. Then the final push comes. Crying and a bit of screaming are involved. Afterward, I take a moment to coo over it and all of the nail-biting and effort are forgotten. Then off it goes to my editor.

     If that isn't labor …

     Anyway, back to my book. The title is Confidential: Expecting! Mallory Stevens, a young, go-for-the-jugular journalist is certain that handsome Chicago radio personality Dr. Logan Bartholomew must have a skeleton in his closet. The man is way too perfect. With his call-in program poised to go national, Mallory is sure that finding the dirt on the doctor will be her ticket back into her editor's good graces. She begins digging, but dirt isn't what she finds. Romance is. Then, as their relationship deepens, she discovers she's carrying her own little secret. 

    What does the future hold for these two? You'll have to read the book to find out.