Tuesday, December 8, 2009


My Christmas letter to Santa Claus is written. I told him I have been a good girl and wrote TWO books this year, BABIES IN THE BARGAIN and PRESCRIPTION FOR TRUST, both published with The Wild Rose Press. As I explained to Santa, I deserve the toy I so badly want:

During the past few months, I had several discussions with my husband on the subject. We kept fluctuating from Sony to Kindle, back to Sony, back… We studied every model sold by Sony and Amazon. Somehow he managed to show me all the negative comments he could dig out of the Internet. Three months later, my husband convinced me the eReader was not yet good enough for me.

When I attended the Romanticon Conference organized by Jasmine Jade (Elloras Cave and Cerridwen Press) half the attendees had an eReader in hands, for some it was a Sony, for others a Kindle. I asked them a lot of questions. Every person gushed with delight over her eReader and highly recommended it. I came back determined to buy my own.

My dilemma is still the same. Sony or Kindle?

The Kindle is light, easy to hold and manipulate. It would allow me to download books from but not from my own computer, which means I couldn’t copy the ebooks I already saved on my computer onto my new eReader.

Kindle Wireless Reading Device (6" Display, Global Wireless, Latest Generation)

The Sony is smaller, heavier. It would allow me to buy ebooks from the various publishers and to download from my computer but not to buy from Amazon.

The Reader Pocket Edition and Reader Touch Edition are definitely capable of taking on Amazon’s Kindle e-book reader.

Help. Please share your experience. I need to specify to Santa which brand I want before he takes things into his own hands.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Prescription For Trust

Rx For Trust is officially out in ebook, paprerback and Chrisrmas early bird special at the Wild Rose Press, also availbale at,,


Rx FOR TRUST, the first book in the Doctor’s Order series, is a sweet and spicy romance that will make you smile, laugh and cry— the story of two psychiatrists with conflicting theories on how to treat their patients and tame their own emotions.

The story’s theme revolves around a famous saying by Walter Scott:
“Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.”

Short Synopsis: Successful physician and loving mother, Olivia Crane fiercely believes youthful mistakes should be kept secret and skeletons are better left in closets. Unfortunately, Dr. Luc George, the French psychiatrist she loved ten years ago, detests secrets and has a professional tendency to dig into people's minds.

Determined to rekindle their former relationship, Luc strolls back into her hospital and her life, tries to unravel her many secrets, and threatens to shatter her carefully constructed world. Against her better judgment, Olivia succumbs to his charm and welcomes another chance, but on her own terms. The past forgotten, no questions asked.

Can Luc help her conquer her inner fears or will he get burned by the past too? Will Olivia grab her second chance and finally find happiness with the love of her life?

Excerpt:“Fine.” He raised both hands in a conciliatory gesture. “But I am stunned by this situation. Help me understand you. We dated for a year. I loved you. Why did you not trust me?”

Loved. He used the past tense. Even if his love had survived for ten years, she’d killed it with her confession. The sadness underlying his question went straight to her heart. She dropped back into her chair, rubbing her forehead to lessen the tension.

Why did he have to linger over the painful past?

Luc touched her hand and enfolded it in his large one. “Olivia, you are a psychiatrist. You know you can’t bury your past forever. Not when you have a teenage daughter. At some point, you will have to deal with it. Can you please tell me why you hid your daughter from me?”

“Why can’t you understand?” She snatched her hand from his and exhaled, wishing she had a magic formula to erase her bitter past. “When I was a student, I was still hiding her from everybody at med school.” Resting her head against the back of the chair, she closed her eyes. “I told you I was terrified for her safety. Melissa is unfortunately the mirror image of her father. I was afraid that he’d find out he has a daughter and hurt us both.”

“Did he ever threaten you?”

Olivia blinked and struggled to suppress her bitterness. Threaten was putting it mildly. “He told me to ‘get rid of it’ when I said I was pregnant. And he got upset when I protested.”

“How upset?” Luc punched the palm of his left hand with his fist.

Feeling her control slipping under his scrutiny, she turned her head.

“Did he hit you?”

She didn’t answer. But he must have read the humiliating truth in her eyes.

“Mon Dieu. I wish I had known. I would have killed this monster. Is that the reason you turned away from me?”

She bit her lip, loathe to tell him how much she’d cried after he left. “Listen, we dated on and off during that year, but you were going back to France, and I wanted to concentrate on my career. Why would we start a long-distance relationship? Besides, I couldn’t trust anyone. Any man after...” Shaking her head, she averted her gaze. Luc was far too perceptive. “I was too frightened.”

“And you still are. You sacrificed a lot because of your inner fear. Don’t you think you need help, Dr. Crane? You need to learn to trust people again.”

“I’m fine now. When Melissa started high school, I introduced her to my boss and colleagues. I’m very proud of her.” She stood to signify the end of this conversation that had drained her.

Damn it. She didn’t need a shrink. After sampling his kisses last night, she roused to a surprising reality. She wanted him again. She wanted her French lover who lavished her with pleasure and tenderness during steamy nights.

His eyes narrowed, Luc crossed his arms over his chest. “But you still have not told your daughter the truth.” The archetypal psychiatrist, he followed the same line of questions.

Irritation flickered through her, and she struggled not to shout at him. “That’s not your problem.” The minute she’d confided in him, he tried to impose his views. “You see why I couldn’t tell you my secret? I didn’t want anyone interfering and destroying my daughter’s peace of mind.”

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Blog Schedule

Thanksgiving is over and everywhere people are setting Christmas trees or Manorahs. I finally gathered the energy to get out my Christmas decorations. My apartment looks festive with a white tablecloth from St. Martin and an embroidered red square on top from Dubronik. I have two Santa Claus in ceramics, the big one was handmade by an old friend who died ten years ago from cancer. Every year I say a prayer for her when I take out her Santa.

But before Christmas, I have a very, VERY , VERY important celebration.

My fourth book Rx FOR TRUST will be released in two days, less than forty-eight hours by the Wild Rose Press. PRESCRIPTION FOR TRUST is already available at for the paperback book.

Rx FOR TRUST, the first book in the Doctor’s Order series, is a sweet and spicy medical romance that will make you smile, laugh and cry— the story of two psychiatrists with conflicting theories on how to treat their patients and tame their own emotions.

The story’s theme revolves around a famous saying by Walter Scott:
“Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.”

Blurb: An American psychiatrist, with a troubled past and secrets by the bucket-load has built a successful career where love has no room. The French psychiatrist, she loved ten years ago, detests secrets and threatens to unravel the secrets of her thorny past. Can he win her trust and love before her inner fears destroy their second chance at happiness?

I will blogging about my new book:

Thursday, December 3rd, at
That blog is populated with Golden Heart and Rita finalists and I am quite nervous at being in such a sophisticated company. Come and hold my hand and leave comments please.

Thursday, December 3rd,
Yes I have two blogs on the same day. And I count on you to drop by at this one too. PLEASE, pretty please.

Friday, December 4th at where my friend Mary Ricksen and her crew including, model butler Oliver, will roast me
Remember that day is my big day, my RELEASE DAY for PRESCRIPTION FOR TRUST.

Saturday, December 5th, at

Wednesday, December 9th at

where my friend and fellow author Liana Lavarentz is showcasing my new book.

Tursday, December 10th at

for an interview with Emma Lai.

Friday, December 11 at the PinkFuzzy Slippers

There will be questions, contests and prizes on every blog. So I hope to see you there.

Meanwhile here is an excerpt from Rx FOR TRUST, a love scene--a light one--for your enjoyment.


“We should live in the present,” he whispered against her mouth and kissed her again with the passion she’d never forgotten.

When she managed to breathe, she cradled his cheeks in her hands and smiled. “Can I invite you upstairs for a drink?”

His gaze locked on hers, peering into her soul. “Have I convinced you? Do you really want me to come?”

“I really want you.” She sealed her words with a kiss on his lips.

“In that case, I could use a Cognac.” He stroked her hair and offered her a dazzling smile before opening the car door and walking her to her apartment.

She felt strong, confident, elated with his arm around her waist. Anticipation warmed her belly with spiraling flames. She’d been waiting for this moment for ten long years.

When they entered her apartment, she switched the lights on and closed the door behind them. “Make yourself comfortable,” she said as she kicked off her high-heeled pumps.

Luc removed his jacket and bowtie, and undid the top button of his shirt. He looked around him, surveying the living room. “Nice place you have here. It is exactly as I expected, neat, elegant and cozy.” He pointed to a Monet painting above the white leather couch. “And you put in a French touch.”

“Always. I can’t live without the French touch.”

He grinned and strolled toward the credenza that served as a buffet and a bar.

“Is there anything else we need to talk about? I mean about your many lady friends,” she said as he poured two drinks with as much ease as if he lived in this apartment.

“Non. No more mention of other women. But I can talk about you all night long and never be bored.” He gave her a glass and clicked his against hers. “A la tienne. To you.”


He swirled the golden liquid, brought it to his nose and inhaled. “C’est bon. Very good.” He drained it and refilled it for himself. “Do you remember our last time together?”

“The time you told me you were leaving?”

“And you told me you never wanted to see me again because your career was more important than empty feelings. No. That’s a day I have tried hard to forget. I was talking about the last time we...hmm...made love.”

“Oh.” Heat crept up her neck and face.

“We came back from your graduation party straight to your little student apartment. You wore a black silk dress like tonight and this pearl necklace. Your hair was floating down your back. We had a glass of Chardonnay.”

She brought her hand to her throat. God, he hadn’t forgotten any details. “I-I remember.”

"You gave me a soft kiss.”

“As usual you changed it into a torrid one.”

He came toward her, seized her hand and led her to the couch. “And do you remember I pulled you onto my lap, just like now.” He dropped onto the leather sofa and dragged her down with him. His hands trailed up her arms, skimmed her shoulders. The feather-like caress strayed to her throat, sending a tingle of pleasure all the way to her belly.

And here she thought she’d never sit on his lap again. She basked in the intimacy of their position. “I remember the scent of your cologne, amber and spice.” Closing her eyes, she nuzzled his neck and inhaled. “The same as you have on today.”

“Oh my darling.” Cupping her face between his palms, he captured her mouth in a deep kiss that left her breathless. When he released her, he smiled and his eyes twinkled with merriment.

“Let’s remember more things. I unclasped your necklace, and then I unzipped your dress. Like this.” He removed her jewelry, lowered her bodice down her arms, and exposed her black lace bra.

“And then—” He swiftly unclasped her bra and eased it away. His gaze flickered from one breast to the other, warming her with anticipated pleasure. “Gorgeous,” he whispered as he raised his eyes. Raw desire blazed in their blue depth and mirrored her own excitement.

Mesmerized, she hooked her arms around his neck, snuggled against his chest and breathed the masculine smell that made her dizzy with want.

“And then… Like this?” She smiled, ready to give as good as she got. “Your shirt has to go.” The buttons snapped open to reveal the muscular chest she’d recalled more than once in her fantasies. “Beautiful.”

He chuckled when she mimicked his words and moves, and with a swift motion he threw his shirt away, but when she contoured his nipples with her tongue, he stiffened, his arousal pushing into her thigh.

“Where is your bedroom, chérie?”

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving

According to the Internet: Thanksgiving or Thanksgiving Day, presently celebrated on the fourth Thursday in November, has been an annual tradition in the United States since 1863. It did not become a federal holiday until 1941.

Thanksgiving was historically a religious observation to give thanks to God, but is now primarily identified as a secular holiday. The First Thanksgiving was celebrated to give thanks to God for helping the pilgrims survive the brutal winter. The first Thanksgiving feast lasted three days providing enough food for 53 pilgrims and 90 Indians.

The traditional Thanksgiving menu often features turkey, stuffing, sweet potatoes and pumpkin pie. Americans may eat these foods on modern day Thanksgiving, but the first feast did not consist of these items.

On the first feast turkey was any type of fowl that the pilgrims hunted.Pumpkin pie wasn't on the menu because there were no ovens for baking, but they did have boiled pumpkin. Cranberries weren't introduced at this time.Due to the diminishing supply of flour there was no bread of any kind. The foods included in the first feast included duck, geese, venison, fish, lobster, clams, swan, berries, dried fruit, pumpkin, squash, and many more vegetables.

The National Turkey Federation estimated that 46 million turkeys—one fifth of the annual total of 235 million consumed in the United States in 2007—were eaten at Thanksgiving.The cranberry is one of only three fruits—the others are the blueberry and the Concord grape—that are entirely native to North American soil, according to the Cape Cod Cranberry Growers' Association. According to the Guinness Book of World Records, the largest pumpkin pie ever baked weighed 2,020 pounds and measured just over 12 feet long.

Many people we know had a bad year, lost their job or had to sell their home. Like the colonists, let's look to the future and give thanks. Here is a lovely prayer I found:

Oh God,When I have food, help me remember the hungry;
When I have work, help me remember the jobless;
When I have a warm home, help me remember the homeless;
When I am without pain, help remember those who suffer.
Make me concern enough to help, by word and deed those who cry out for what we take for granted.

On Thanksgiving Day, we count our blessings.
I am grateful to be healthy and have wonderful friends whovisit my log often.
I am grateful to be able to vist with my son and his family.
I am grateful that my mother who has been so sick all year is still around to share the holidays with her family.
I am grateful that my son-in-law and daughter-in-law finally found jobs.
I am grateful for my husband's love and support.
And I am so grateful to have four books published and enjoying great reviews.

And I want to share my joy at just discovering that Prescription For Trust is in stock at Yeah!!!!

What are you grateful for? Share with us.

Monday, November 23, 2009


My new book Rx FOR TRUST is in stock at

Rx For Trust will be released by The Wild Rose Press on December 4, 2009.
Contest Awards: First Place in Central Ohio Ignite the Flame; Second Place in Heart of Denver, The Molly; Third Place in FTHRW Golden Gateway.

Short Synopsis: Olivia Crane is a psychiatrist at Cincinnati University Hospital . She is also a woman with a troubled past and secrets by the bucket-load. Luc George, the French psychiatrist, she loved ten years ago, detests secrets. All hell breaks loose when Luc strolls into her office, with a confident smile and a perceptive eye, determined to rekindle their relationship and threatening to unravel the secrets of her thorny past. Can Luc win Olivia’s trust and love before her inner fears destroy their second chance at happiness?


“Olivia, why didn’t you tell me you knew Dr. Vicour-Michelet?” Bypassing morning greetings, the Chairman of Psychiatry, Dr. Herb McMillan, never wasted precious minutes on the phone.

“I don’t.” Tapping the faded, old desk in her windowless office, Dr. Olivia Crane scoured her mind to put a face to the name. “Never met him. But I read his articles, the ones you passed on to me. He seems like a brilliant psychiatrist. I’m sure he’ll be an excellent addition to our department.” Maybe she’d be able to sleep a little more than four hours with the French doctor on board for six months.

Doc cleared his throat then paused as if to choose his words. “When I sent him your enthusiastic report last Thursday, he e-mailed back on Friday that he’ll be here on Sunday. And voilà, as he said.”

“Voilà, what?”

“He arrived last night.”

“Already? He wasn’t supposed to be here for two more weeks.” With her busy schedule, Olivia hadn’t had time to check the visiting physician’s website yet.

A soft chuckle sounded on the other line. “The first thing he told me was he couldn’t wait to see you.”

To Why? Olivia blinked.

Doc kept mumbling in her ear as she pulled one of their visitor’s articles from the pile on her desk and punched his website into her computer.

The name Vicour-Michelet flashed on the screen, along with a photo that stopped her heart. A perfect, amazing picture of Luc.

Her Luc.

The picture didn’t make sense. How had Luc ended up with such an incredibly long and aristocratic name?

Olivia zoomed in on the photo by two hundred percent. With the cursor, she traced blue eyes framed by dark lashes, chiseled nose and smiling lips.

“Dr.” Squinting at the screen, she studied Luc’s handsome features. He was here? In Cincinnati ? “Oh no.”

“Yes,” Doc replied, his voice excited. She heard a faint, “I’ll bring him over.”

The phone slipped from her sweaty palm and banged on the desk.

Olivia had welcomed the opportunity to co-author an article with a brilliant psychiatrist to further her career. But she was expecting an older, distinguished physician, Dr. L. de Vicour-Michelet, probably graying or bald.

Not drop-dead gorgeous Luc whose image was woven intimately into her most sensual dreams.

Darn. Luc might imagine she was behind the decision to invite him back to the Cincinnati University Hospital . Too late now for the chairman to politely withdraw the invitation.

An insistent beeping caught her attention. She reached for the receiver and put it back in its cradle.

Ten years was a long time. Maybe he was married. Her throat constricted. God, I hope he doesn’t come here with a wife and family.

Her gaze frozen on the screen, Olivia couldn’t tell how long she remained at her desk, staring at the monitor where Luc’s picture smiled at her.

Someone knocked. Her office door opened. She bolted out of her chair, took a step, and stopped in her tracks. Doc came in, and towering behind him...Luc George.

Her pulse raced, her knees wobbled, her head swam. She stared at him, hands clenched behind her back to conceal their trembling.

With confident strides, Luc passed Dr. McMillan and circled her desk. A wide grin on his face, he halted in front of her, his hair mussed with a strand across his forehead, his eyes as bright as a cloudless sky. She recognized the amber and spice scents of his favorite cologne. The evocative fragrance transported her back to a time when she still believed love could work miracles.

“Olivia.” His voice was hoarse. Different.

Awareness clicked in her foggy mind. She had to welcome him, a physician greeting a visiting colleague. She stiffened and extended her arm for a handshake.

Ignoring her hand, Luc cradled her shoulders. In a swift motion, he brought her against him and kissed her three times on the cheeks—right, left, and right again—in the French way. His lips left fiery spots where they touched her face, and her heart skipped a beat. She stepped back.

“Olivia,” Luc repeated with a devastating smile.

“Luc?” Heat radiated to her throat, her chest, her belly.

Beyond the desk, Doc cleared his throat a couple of times.

Good grief, what was happening to her? Ten years of perfect control threatened to crumble in a few minutes.

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Saturday, November 21, 2009


We booked the whole cruise because I wanted so badly to visit Dubrovnik, the “well wooded” in Slavic. I was not disappointed.

This is the modern city.

The old town is protected by very high walls, a moat and drawbridge. A statue of the town's patron can be seen above the entrance gate.

Dubrovnik is by far the most picturesque town on the Mediterranean Sea. It's part of Croatia now. Note the ancient clock that chimes the hours.

Their motto is: Liberty cannot be sold for all the gold on earth.
The Cathedral was destroyed by an earthquake and rebuilt in 1713. The Harvard Scool of Architecture sends its fourth-year students to study the architecture and train for two weeks in Dubrovnik.

From the earliest times, slavery and torture were forbidden in Dubrovnik. Refugees were welcomed.

No cars are allowed inside the Old Town where about 1000 people live. Note the narrow paved streets and the stairs to reach higher part of the town.

We visited at least ten gorgeous churches with elaborate interiors and a wealth of painting, statues and decorations that reminded me of Italian churches.

We were treated to a show of folkloric dances in a stone theater set against the town ramparts.

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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

RHODES: a strong island

According to Homer, the first colonists were Greek. They founded the city of Rhodes at the northern tip of the island and built a powerful citadel to protect it.

In its day of greatest power, Rhodes became famous for its impressive sculptures, like the huge bronze Colossus which stood at the entrance of the harbor. Created to honor, the sun god Helios, it was at least 110 feet high and considered one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. Unfortunately, the Colossus only stood for 56 years before an earthquake toppled it in 224B.C. but the enormous fragments remained half-submerged for another nine centuries. A scrap dealer carried the pieces away on 900 camels.

The most glorious episode in Rhodes history began in 1309 when the Knights of St.John took control after being expelled from the Holy Land following the Crusades. They built the St.John's Chapel and the St.Mary's Church.

One of the tunnels that allowed the Knights to secretely escape.

They settled in Rhodes and increased the fortifications. The ramparts are impressive, several feet high. A moat circled and protected the city when the drawbridge was raised.

After Constantinople was captured by the Turks. Repeated sieges of Rhodes by the Turks weakened the city. At the end only 180 Knights remained to defend Rhodes.

They were expelled to Malta and Rhodes became Turkish property.

The Italian navy seized Rhodes in 1912 and it was turned over to Greece in 1948.

The famous movie of Guns of Navarone was filmed in Rhodes.

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Saturday, November 14, 2009

Ephesus: A Historical Site

Ephesus was considered one of the most beautiful cities in the Mediterranean area and a dazzling paradise of nature. The Historical site of Ephesus is now part of Turkey, not Greece.

Old sources record that the city was founded by the Amazones of the goddess Artemis—goddess of hunting and chase-- who was born there according to Homer’s immortal work. Temples to Artemis, Athena and Apollo adorned the ancient city.

Ruins of stadiums, gymnasiums and theaters can still be seen, together with the famous two-story library.

We saw remains of houses and the public baths. Our guide explained, that before going to work the men would stop at the public male restrooms. There they relieved themselves while discussing and conducting business. But the benches with holes were made of marble and quite cold in winter, so an hour earlier, they would send their slaves to reserve and warm their places. The women stayed home!!!

The first city built in 2000 bc was abandoned, buried by the sand carried by rivers.

A new city was built later a few miles away from the site of the first one with a huge cathedral erected by Emperor Justinian, one of the first Roman emperors to convert to the new faith.

What remains of the Christian city were the ruins of the Cathedral and the tomb of St. John the Evangelist who came to Ephesus, lived there and wrote the fourth book of the New Testament.

But St. John didn’t come alone to Ephesus. He brought with him the Virgin Mary after the death of Jesus on the cross. St. Mary lived in Ephesus the last years of her life until her dormition. Both the cathedral and the house of Mary were destroyed and disappeared.

In 1822, a Bavarian woman, Catherine Emmerich, who never left her village received revelations about the exact site of the house of the Virgin Mary. Those revelations were transmitted to the Pope and then to the Turkish government who agreed to perform excavations. The remaining of the house of St. Mary and the cathedral were unearthed at the place mentioned by the pious Bavarian woman. A little chapel was built at the place of the house. We were able to visit it.

Here I am drinking from the spring water that has contributed to so many miraculous cures. It is now canalized into a fountain.

Next to the little house, there was a wall where prople left their petitions.

Ephesus is an amazing place where Egyptian, Greek, Roman, and later early Christian civilizations developed.

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Wednesday, November 11, 2009


Today Santorini is a rock shaped like a fishhook. Centuries ago it was called Thera and was shaped like a cone. But that cone was formed by a volcano that erupted before 1600 BC. Excavations began in 1967. and scientists wondered if Thera was not part of the lost continent of Atlantis described in Greek literature.

The current name of the island comes from its patroness, Saint Irene of Thessalonika, who died in 304. The Venetians called her, Sant’Irini and the name stuck.
The present capital of Santorini is the town of Thera built on top of the cliff.
Views from this picturesque town are especially beautiful.
The highest point of the island is marked by the monastery of the Prophet Elijah. On the eastern shore of the island there are beaches of black sand from previous volcanic activity.
In addition to a temple dedicated to Apollo, there is a shrine cut out of rocks to honor the Egyptian gods Isis, Serapis and Anubis, a reminder of the Egyptian presence during the Ptolemaic period.

You can reach the top of the cliff and the town of Thera walking or by cable or riding on a donkey which is by far the most popular and fun way.
We used the cable. Since I am terrified of height I held my husband’s hand and closed my eyes, then opened one eye when my husband insisted the view was terrific and I was missing half of my life by not looking.
Once up on the cliff top, I agreed it was worth the scare. Look at the gorgeous pictures and be the judge.
Santorini is an ideal place for honeymooners.

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