renee_logoI’d like to extend a warm welcome to romance author, Renee Vincent. Renee’s slipped in to share one of her diary entries … I do believe she’s stopped by to share a little something with her Viking heroes.  ūüėČ

Dear Diary,

I have a confession to make. While I’ve tried to stay true to the Vikings in my life, I’ve found someone new. Someone just as big and bold as D√¶gan and Gustaf R√¶liksen, but without the sword. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. Believe me, I tried to avoid him, but the temptation to find out more about him was too great. I caved. It all started with just a simple glimpse into his world and bam! I was hooked. And now, I’m totally in love with this man.

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I love making book trailers. And in case you’re surfing the Internet and looking for a little something to entertain, here are the three¬†trailers for my books. Enjoy ūüėÄ

Blue Moon Rising:

Tilling Passions:

object width=”425″ height=”344″>The Healer’s Garden:

Okay, so I’m feeling a little testy. It’s my own fault which makes me even more short tempered. I need to sit down, strap in, and write.

My head understands this, but my heart just isn’t getting the message.

So why am I here blogging? I haven’t the foggiest idea.¬†Well, I do. It’s something called avoidance. I’d rather turn on the morning news and watch people discuss the GOP convention. (And quite frankly … I don’t usually do politics.) It seems to me the dust has accumulated and perhaps a little tidying up would be in order.¬†But then again, there are those two piles of laundry that need to be wrangled into submission.

See, there is¬†just this whole list of things I could do to¬†wile away the day.¬†And I didn’t see writing a novella on any part of that list. ūüėĬ†

Oh, maybe I should just¬†crawl back into bed, pull the covers over my head and pretend the day didn’t start yet. Better yet … pretend it’s not actually September. Because if my calendar is¬†write, er, I mean right (which I suspect it is), then I’m in a whole heap of hot water. But shhhh … don’t tell my writing partners. Because I um … promised them a story in another ten days.

Oh, now that gasp of shock was not what I needed right now. A shoulder to cry on and a good whipping.¬†¬†Wait,¬†maybe I can use that in my next scene. hmmm….