Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Epic Fail

I'm the most klutzy person on the planet. Really, my nickname since I married my husband is "Gracie". I once sprained my ankle walking across the room. I'm that good.

So last night, I was innocently doing the usual getting ready for bed stuff. Washing my face, brushing my teeth, etc. I have a new electric toothbrush. Let’s just say…I have problems with it.

I have long hair and I’m forever catching stray pieces of hair in it. And I stop. And I remove. Last night, I ended up with a whole hank of hair in it wound in the brush to the scalp. Yes, I fail and I couldn’t find the off button.

Once I was detangled and toothpaste was combed out of my hair, I went to bed. I was Freezing! My husband, kind horny soul he is, decided to cuddle with me. I wear a bra to bed under my nightgown because it’s more comfortable for me. My selfless husband unhooked it so he could rub my back. Okay…we all know where he was going with that.

“I can’t sleep like this,” I tell him. “The underwires are fine when it’s fastened, but like this, I’m going to stab myself when I turn over.”

So to his delight, I started to wiggle out of it. It was stuck. Yes, I was stuck in my bra…only to find as he lifted his hand that I had managed in my wiggling to hook it to his watchband.

We laughed so hard I cried. And the moment was over. Probably good. I might have managed to fall off the bed and really hurt myself.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Feeling Betrayed

Okay... It's little. It's a TV show for God's sake. But anyone who follows my blog regularly, will know I watch two TV shows: Medium and Supernatural. I fear Supernatural is in danger of ending this year. It was supposed to end last year but got renewed. Hopefully, it will go on. It's still good. But Medium... Out of the blue, it was cut from 22 episodes to 13 this year. That's not the betrayal.

What they did in that last show...

After 7 years of faithfully viewing, my heart was ripped out. And I cried and I cried and I cried.

Series finale? Series decimation.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Realease Date Announced!

Good morning! I got the release date for From Croatia With Love. It will be available on February 12 at All Romance eBooks as part of their special collection.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Look What I Got!

Here's the beautiful cover for From Croatia With Love (coming soon from All Romance eBooks). I just LOVE it!!!

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Minute Fiction - In the Past

Welcome to Monday Minute Fiction. Join me every Monday for a bit of quick fiction. (Okay, so today's not Monday, but here's a story for you!)

In the Past

(this work belongs to Brynn Paulin and cannot be duplicated without permission)

“Rhaya, what’s this picture?”

I glanced at it then looked away. “Sometimes when I’m upset, I just shut up.”


“Jake was making me feel better…trying to get me to talk.” I didn’t want to speak now, but I knew this wasn’t going to get dropped. “He was the only one who didn’t expect things from me back then.”

I glanced in the mirror. Ten years had passed in a flash…except for those long moments over the past five years when I’d missed Jake. But I would never tell this woman, Susan. In two days, she’d be my sister-in-law. She didn’t need to know her baby brother, Curt, wasn’t my first true love. He was more like my ‘I like you a lot and my biological clock is ticking’ love.

“What happened to him?” Susan asked.

I took a deep breath, fighting the pain that usually accompanied talking about him. “That was just before he went into the military. His transport crashed five years later. Land to air missile in Iraq.”

“He was special?”


I’d married him when I was eighteen. Though we’d barely been together because of his constant deployments following 9/11, it had been four years of bliss before the tragedy.

I turned the page of the photo album. More pictures of Jake. Rather than keep turning, I shut it. “But life goes on, right? The living have to keep living. And I met your brother a year ago.”

“How long did you know Jake?”

What was this with the third degree? “Fifteen years. Since I was seven. He lived one street over and his family’s backyard butted up to our backyard. Our families did picnics and fireworks and stuff together. Hung out in lawn chairs at twilight. That sort of thing. His parents still live behind mine.”

She glanced out the back slider to the shadowed house behind us. My parents were in Florida until tomorrow afternoon, and I was staying at their house since my apartment had been closed up in preparation for moving in with my husband-to-be. Not for the first time, I wondered if it meant anything that all my stuff had gone to storage rather than his house.
Could it be I wasn’t quite ready for this change in my life?

Susan gathered up the pile of photos we’d selected for the board being made for the rehearsal dinner. “I think these will do. See you tomorrow night.”

“With bells,” I replied dryly. Realizing my mistake at her sharp look, I smiled. “Nerves. The rehearsal’s making me nervous.”

“It’ll be fine,” she assured. “Before you know it, you’ll be an old married lady like me.”

As I closed the door behind her, I hoped it would be that easy. It seemed I’d had a constant knot in my stomach for the past six months. Tension, fear, gnawing dread…I didn’t know. I only knew I didn’t really love my fiancĂ©. It wasn’t a secret from him that I was only in deep like. Of course he had his own secret, one that included his friend Brian.

I was making a terrible decision.

Shaking my head, I headed back to the kitchen to clean up. Curt was just bi-sexual enough that he’d committed to making a family, but my sex life was looking sparse for the next sixty or so years. Whatever. I could find fulfillment elsewhere.

I had just finished gathering up photo albums when a brisk knock came on the front door. Susan must have forgotten something. Wearily, I tried to put on a happy face. My smile fell at the sight of a slightly bedraggled man outside the front door. No, he wasn’t bedraggled…just gaunt. Drawn. His clothing too loose and his frame too thin. Dark shadows colored the skin beneath his blue eyes.

“I object,” he said in a deep voice that had colored my life for years. My fingers tightened on the door for a moment then, suddenly, my blood was throbbing through me and my vision blurred. My mouth worked without words escaping as the world fell away.

* * * *

Jake’s face loomed over me as I woke. Somehow in his diminished state, he’d moved me to the couch. My gasping breaths were sobs as my hands touched him everywhere then finally dragged him to me. We kissed frantically. There was no tentativeness or unfamiliarity in our caresses. Somehow, impossibly, my husband was here in my arms.

“How?” I finally asked between kisses. It was several more minutes before, I repeated, “How?” I had to know before I lost myself in him. Though I wanted nothing more, five years of sorrow wouldn’t be forgotten.

Understanding, Jake sat up. He pulled me onto his lap. Sadness filled me at the feel of his bones beneath my legs. What had they done to the robust man I’d married? In my soul, I knew I’d fix him. I’d heal the hurts of the past years. He’d heal mine. We’d been destined for each other since the first time we’d met, a joint firefly hunt in the backyard.

He sighed, his hand stroking my hair. He’d always loved it. I’d cut it short the day I was told he’d died. Thankfully, it had grown out to nearly the length it had been when we’d last been together.

He just continued to touch, and I didn’t interrupt as he thought.

“Sadam still has some hangers on,” he finally said. “They’ve had me since…the crash.”

“But…how is it I didn’t hear of you being recovered. Of you not being…dead.” I’d almost ended up with two husbands! An unintentional polygamist. It could have been disaster.
Worse, I hadn’t been there for him. I should have been at the hospital after they’d rescued him.

He made a face. “The military publicize they made a huge mistake? I haven’t been able to reach you. Somehow, you managed to slip off the grid temporarily.” He shrugged. “Working from home, moving here with your parents. The powers that be finally allowed me to talk to my mom and dad. I found out you were right across the yard—I can’t stay. My ride’s out front. I know things terrorists don’t want let out and other things the military doesn’t want released.”

“What! No, Jake—”

“They’re hiding me. Sorta a military version of witness protection.”

I shook my head, horrified that he was here, and I was going to lose him.

“Come with me,” he urged.

My hand squeezed his, and I gave him the only answer I could. As we always had, we understood each other without words spoken. We sat in silence, arms around each other, contemplating our futures. The knot of dread unraveled in my middle and for the first time in six months, I knew everything would be okay.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Exciting Announcement!

I've been keeping a secret, but now, finally, I can let it out of the bag! I wrote a special book for All Romance eBooks that will be released next month. I don't have the exact date, but it will be between Feb. 1 and 13. My book is called From Croatia With Love.


A misdirected email brought more than she expected

Over the past months, Caroline Silver has developed an email relationship with a man from Croatia she contacted by accident. He's safe and fun to talk to every night. When he wants to meet her, her body agrees but her brain screams "no!" Still, Aleksandr Lebedev knows exactly how to break down her walls and get to "Oh yes!"

Friday, January 14, 2011

Blogging elsewhere

Good morning!! As you can see, my new year's resolution this year wasn't to blog more often. Still, I'm going to try. To that end, I've blogged at two other places this week.

Yesterday, I blogged about Franken-manuscript. Have you ever wondered about writer's early manuscripts and what became of them? Check out the story of mine here.

Today, I also blogged at Writers Evolution about Sex and how much is too much. You can check that out here.

And, please please please come back Monday! I'll have a new Monday Minute fiction for you.

Have a great weekend.