SCWYNNE_ASSASSINSAREPEOPLETOO__COVERlgI was thinking about how everybody seems to need love. Even tough types who pretend they don’t, probably do. Even if it’s just a friend’s love. What is it about having people care about us that makes us happy? I know there are some single people who will say they’re perfectly happy on their own. But they aren’t truly on their own because being single doesn’t mean you don’t have family and friends who love you. 

What is it about being loved that makes you happy? Why couldn’t you be just as thrilled on your own?


Now here’s an excerpt from Assassins Are People Too:

I stepped into the elevator, noticing my favorite twentysomething blond guy tucked neatly in the corner, holding a huge potted plant. We’d exchanged flirty glances over the months, but nothing more. He shifted his baby-blue gaze toward me and then slowly disappeared behind the fronds of the shrub. Hiding wouldn’t do him any good, because I made it a point to know who my neighbors were. It was safer that way.

The ding of the elevator distracted me from my musings, and when a tall Hispanic guy entered the car, I gave him all my attention. He was new to the building. Something was off. He was sweating way more than was normal for January in New York. I didn’t care for the way he watched me out of the corner of his eye either. He was hunting.

We all rode in companionable silence for a few floors with various people getting on and off. I noticed Slick—that was my nickname for the Hispanic guy because of his perspiration issue—glanced impatiently toward Blondie occasionally. I had a strong feeling he was frustrated that Blondie wasn’t getting off the car. That only made me even more suspicious of him.

As we neared the top floors, I guess Slick came to the end of his patience. He stepped to the side and slammed his palm on the elevator Stop button. The car lurched, and Blondie fell forward, dropping his plant and landing at my feet. Since I’d fantasized about him being on his knees in front of me numerous times, it distracted me just enough to give Slick time to take a swing at me. I barely got my arm up in time to block the punch.

I didn’t like Blondie being too near the action since I would’ve hated for his pretty face to get messed up. “Get in the corner,” I growled at him, wrestling with Slick.

Blondie scrambled back to his favorite spot, his eyes huge. Slick and I traded blows for a few minutes, and I did a few front kicks to show off, but Slick still somehow managed to get a knife out of his pocket. I had to give it to him. He was pretty good. I slapped the weapon out of his fist, and he whacked the side of my face with his elbow. I saw stars for a second. Slick shoved me against the mirrored back of the elevator and put his big, beefy hands around my throat.

This was embarrassing. The last thing I wanted was to die in front of Blondie. I kneed Slick in his groin, and he grunted like a bull, only loosening his grip slightly. Was he wearing a cup, or did he literally have balls of steel? It was hard to say.

I was getting light-headed from the lack of oxygen. How had I let this happen? I’d been too distracted by Blondie, I guess. I was going to pass out. Shit. That meant I was going to die, because Slick wasn’t here to play Twister—he was here to end me.

There was a flash of movement and shards of ceramic pieces and potting mix rained down on my head. Suddenly I could breathe. Slick was at my feet moaning, and Blondie was staring at me as if he wanted to be sick. His plant was in a pile on top of Slick, and I was alive because of it.

He’d sacrificed his rubber plant for me. What a guy.

I smacked the button to get moving again, and the elevator came to a stop at the next floor. When the doors swooshed open, I grabbed Blondie’s hand and pulled him after me, past the half-blind screeching lady from 36B. If I’d been alone, I’d have finished Slick off. It was risky not to. But if Blondie was stressed over his plant dying, he’d probably have a coronary if I killed Slick in front of him. We couldn’t go to my place. That was obvious. But I didn’t want to leave the building immediately in case Slick had someone watching the exits. I slipped into the stairwell, and we trudged up three flights of stairs to Blondie’s floor. From there I headed straight for Blondie’s apartment.

“Open it,” I commanded in a clipped voice when we reached his door.

“How did you know my apartment number?”

“I’m observant.”





Editors are my partners in crime. I know this intellectually. But still, whenever I see edits sitting in my in-box, I must admit my stomach clenches. I instinctively brace for what’s to come.



Some publishing houses are pretty intense. Others do a lighter edit. But they are all centered around pointing out how you did something wrong, or could do it differently. Just like the doctor with that damn tooth drill, no matter how much you floss and brush, the dentist always finds something you could have done better. Right? It’s the nature of the job.

But I also want to point out that I love my editors. LOVE them. Without them it would be a terrifying world. Sometimes I can’t believe the stuff they catch that I didn’t notice. I’ve accidentally changed the spelling of names, or mentioned someone is under twenty-one and then proceed to have them drinking wine at a restaurant. Hair colors change without warning. I would be lost without their watchful eyes. They protect me from myself. Plus, if you have a good editor they will give you positive feedback as well. I’ve been so fortunate to have great editors who encourage me and also enlighten me.teamwork

Every time I sell a story to a new publisher there’s a nervous anticipation until I meet the new editor. Will they get my voice? Will they understand my snarky humor? I’ve been so fortunate to have fantastic editors. We trade little funny comments back and forth. They make me laugh out loud a lot. I get a ton of strange looks from people who don’t understand why I’m guffawing at my computer.

The other side of the coin is editors are amazing in their ability to not take things personally. It’s such a relief to me that when I do disagree on something they don’t become offended. They are wonderful about accepting that we authors don’t always agree with them. I’m in awe of how beautifully they keep their egos in check. Editors discuss everything so rationally. It calms me because I know they will listen to my concerns, and not steam roll over me. That takes a special person to be able to do that.

I still remember my first edit. (I’m eyeballing you, Kathleen.)I had so much to learn. I still do. And I didn’t understand that many times editors are simply making suggestions. You don’t have to accept them. (Unless it’s house style or something non-negotiable. Like changing the capital of California to Santa Rosa because you think it’s prettier there than Sacramento.) In the beginning, I thought if an editor pointed something out I HAD to make the changes. That was definitely terrifying, and a bazillion times more stressful than it needed to be. Yes, a bazillion. You heard me. I’m grateful that my editors insist on how important it is for me to love my story. They encourage me to not make changes that will ruin the book for me.

I guess these feelings I have are normal. I like it when something is normal about me. No one likes to be corrected or criticized. Even when you know the other person is right. The more seasoned authors I talk with even get stressed when edits arrive in their in-boxes. That’s comforting to know. No matter how long you’ve been writing, or brushing your teeth, there will always be more to learn.

I’m glad I have my editors along to guide me. I’m thankful for Kathleen Calhoun, Sue Adams, KC and Elizabeth London for all they have taught me and continue to teach me. I’m so proud and happy to work with them. I’m secure in the knowledge that they have my back. I won’t make a fool of myself if they have anything to say about it. And luckily they do have lots to say about it.

I’m eternally grateful for my editors. I have nothing but warm fuzzy feelings toward them. I wish I could say the same about my dentist.



Whitley Gray is coming in for a Crash Pad landing…

I just finished reading Crash Pad by Whitley Gray and I felt it was imperative that I get into Jamie’s head a little bit. He’s a complex guy so I was thrilled he was willing to answer some questions.

Crash Pad cover mock-up

S.C.-So…rollerblading. You’re usually a runner. What possessed you to try wheels?

Jamie-**sighs** I’d just moved to the area, and there was this rollerblader with copper-colored hair…I wanted to meet him. Not one of my brighter ideas. On the other hand, I did meet Remy.

S.C.-Remy’s job as an Emergency Medicine doctor must keep him busy at work for long hours. Does that bother you?

Jamie-Remy has more regular hours than a lot of doctors, but sometimes if he’s on nights we don’t see each other awake for a couple of days. I’m pretty independent, so it’s not a problem. We make the most of the time we have together.

S.C-What do you do when you’re on your own?

Jamie-I love superheroes and collect T-shirts and comic books featuring those characters. My two nephews share my obsession, and I like to take them off my sister’s hands sometimes and go out to comb the comic book stores or see a movie.

S.C.-Isn’t it true your nephews also have a pet snake?

Jamie-Yeah. It’s a corn snake named Corny. Snakes and I don’t get along. There’s something creepy about the way they move without the benefit of legs. And that tongue…blech!

S.C.-Winter is coming. Are you and Remy planning to go skiing or try other sports on snow or ice?

Jamie-That’s a loaded question, isn’t it, S.C? Ice skating is too much like rollerblades, so that’s out. I’d be up for skiing as long as we stick to the green slopes—the easy ones. No black diamonds for me! The best part about skiing is warming up in the lodge afterward…or maybe in a cozy condo with a fireplace.

S.C.-What are you planning for Halloween?

Jamie-Remy and I are taking the nephews trick or treating. I’m going as Iron Man. Remy is going as an ER doctor. **grins** The boys will be dressed as Batman and Superman. Hopefully they’ll be superhero friends for the night.

S.C.-Is Whitley Gray planning any further adventures for you and Remy?

Jamie-You never know. **winks** I hear there’s a mansion under restoration up in Crooked Creek Colorado. Maybe Whitley will have us check it out.

S.C.-Thanks for talking with me, Jamie. How about a taste of Crash Pad for those who haven’t snatched it up yet?

Blurb for Crash Pad:
Physician Remy Marshall has two loves: Emergency Medicine and running. Work doesn’t leave much time to meet guys, and most seem more interested in his bank account than him. With a week off to train for a marathon, Remy plans to make the most of his precious vacation. The last thing he needs is a distraction.
Jamie Sutton is new to the area. He hopes to make a fresh start after leaving an abusive relationship with an orthopedic surgeon. He’s got a new job as a massage therapist and wants to meet some nice guys. Against his better judgment, Jamie decides the best way to meet a cute rollerblader he’s seen in the park is on wheels.
With attention on his watch and not where he’s going, Remy crashes into Jamie and fractures the first-time rollerblader’s ankle. Jamie has no one to help him after the injury; Remy proposes Jamie stay with him. Jamie is reluctant, but it’s a better option than staying with the odd guy in the neighboring motel room. As the two get acquainted, Jamie’s past comes calling. Remy discovers the prize he really wants isn’t a medal in a marathon, but the man right in front of him.

It’s a great short story! Be sure and pick up your copy:

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The Dangers of Never Being Lazy.

I’ve had a very busy beginning to my writing career. If I don’t have edits to work on or something either being published, or submitted every month I feel as if I’m slacking. I think it stems from my father who tends to be a man never content with what has been accomplished. There was rarely a moment of “Yes, look at us, we’ve accomplished this thing.” No,  it was always more about “Onward! We have people to see and places to go!” Rarely a moment of enjoying having reached a goal. I guess I developed a sort of hamster on a wheel out look to life. Hurry, hurry. Someone else is going to get all the alfalfa pellets!

The way I was raised has actually made me a person who is afraid of down time. That is dangerous, especially to creative types. How do you come up with fresh and interesting  ideas if you never take the time to watch a movie or read a book? These are the things that inspired you originally to become a writer and now you have no time for them because you are WORKING HERE!

The good thing is I’ve started noticing this in myself. I’m trying to enjoy the little things in life more and not be guilty because I’m not working at all times. Even machines will over heat, and break if you never turn them off. And if you never take time off you will suffer, and so will your writing. Yes, I still feel the initial twinge of distress as I close my WORD program for the evening. But I find itlazy-qoutes-photo easier to ignore the more I do it. I’ll admit I keep my laptop open so I could write if I wanted. It’s a weird little psychological game I play with myself. But it seems to work.

So I guess what I’m saying is; you’ll actually never get everything done if you don’t stop working. Crazy, huh?




Today I have the pleasure of welcoming Whitley Gray to my blog! I’ve enjoyed all of her books and look forward to anything neWG_EB_RabbitWars_coverlgw she publishes. I thought it would be fun to interview her characters Jeff and Ash from her newest book Rabbit Wars from Loose Id. 

First of course we want a taste of what we are in for so here is a blurb from her latest.


After two months in Dubai supervising a construction project, architect Jefferson Fontaine returns home to find his boyfriend boffing the dog walker. Reeling, Jeff grabs his dignity and departs. The arrival of a mysterious wicker box and a letter requesting Jeff’s presence for the reading of a local entrepreneur’s will sends Jeff to his hometown of Crooked Creek, Colorado. The last thing he expects is to encounter an old flame who disappeared fifteen years ago.

After high school, Ashton Eiker hoped to start a future with the boy he loved, but his world crashed when Jeff refused to bring Ash along with him to college. Ash ran from the rejection, but returned to Crooked Creek a year ago, bringing his confectionary talents and opening a chocolate shop. When the great uncle of a childhood friend names Ash in his will, he could hardly anticipate getting a helping of his past in the mix.

The Interview:


  1. Ash, what is your full name and occupation? Ashton Eiker. I’m a chocolatier, and own Chocolate Suite in Crooked Creek, Colorado.
  2. Jeff same question. Jefferson Fontaine. I’m an architect, and currently between jobs.
  3. Ash, would you ever consider and is it even possible to create the delicious things you do in a sugar free low fat version? Funny you should ask. Jeff’s housekeeper Oneida asked me the same thing. She’s holding me personally responsible for her “winter hibernation” ten pounds. Right now, I’m experimenting with using monk fruit extract as a sweetener. Low fat is possible, but doesn’t give that same melt in your mouth flavor. Nonetheless, I’m doing some testing there too.
  1. Jeff, what was the thing that hurt you most when Ash left fifteen years ago? The fight hurt like hell. Not physically, but because I couldn’t believe we came to blows. I thought Ash would blow off steam, and we’d make it up the next day. I never expected him to take off like that. It was like losing a limb.
  2. Ash why did you disappear like that? I was in agony, hurting so intensely I couldn’t think straight. Jeff was dead set against me going with him, and it blew me away. I’d lost everyone who ever cared about me and now Jeff—the boy I loved—was leaving to attend college in Fargo and didn’t want me along. After everything we’d shared, he didn’t want me. I…I had to get out of there. I ran, and kept running until I got to Arizona. I was a kid. The possibility of further discussion and negotiation didn’t enter my head.
  3. Ash why are you willing to take a chance on Jeff again? Fifteen years, and I never really stopped loving him. I moved back to Crooked Creek a year ago, knowing that he’d eventually come home. This time I think Jeff will quit caring what other people think and be able to put us first.
  4. Jeff what about you? Why do you think it might work now when it didn’t when you were younger? Over those fifteen years there was never anyone I got seriously involved with. I think that was because on some level I never quit loving Ash. As soon as I saw him, memories avalanched me. I still wanted Ash. We’re both thirty-three now, grown up enough to realize this relationship is worth fighting for.
  5. Jeff, why were you with Deak when he is so obviously wrong for you? God. (looks at ceiling and winces). I think it was mostly proximity. We were both architects with the same company. I was working overseas for months at a time, with only a couple of weeks at home in between jobs. It started out casual—he can be charming when he wants to be. Deak seemed able to deal with a long-distance relationship. I didn’t realize he’d decided to boff anything that stood still. In retrospect we didn’t spend enough time together to even call what we had a relationship.
  6. Whose house do you end up living in? (Ash leans forward) Mine. After a lot of discussion, we decided to sell Jeff’s dad’s house and live above Chocolate Suite. When the Rabbit mansion restoration is complete, we’ll live there and rent out my place.
  7. If you had a child what would you name it? (Ash) I favor Swedish names, so maybe Finn for a boy. (Jeff) I like my mom’s name—Elaine. My dad used to tease her about the rhyme: Elaine Fontaine.
  8. What does Jeff tell Ash that no one else knows about him? Fifteen years ago I had a tiny letter “A” tattooed on my—(Ash slaps a hand over Jeff’s mouth, and grins.)

Thank you so much Whitley for dropping by and answering these questions! It has helped us get to know Ash and Jeff more intimately.

Everybody show Whitley some love, and be sure to drop by her blog and website for more about what she is up to.



Once upon a misspent youth, Whitley read and wrote stories under the covers at night. At some point, real life intervened, bringing with it a career in the medical field. After years of technical writing, Whitley took on the challenge writing romance. Inventing characters and putting them in interesting situations turned out to be addictive, and having two heroes is twice as nice. A pot of coffee and a storyline featuring a couple of guys makes for a perfect day. Stop by and feed your fix for heat between the sheets and M/M romance.

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Jeff and Ash jointly inherit the historic Jeremiah Rabbit House, and are forced to work together to meet the terms of the will or neither will have the mansion. It’s a battle of opinions, shared personal history, and present attraction, but the true prize isn’t the Rabbit legacy. It’s the chance at something better.

Whitley Gray is interviewing Liam and Scott from Guarding My Heart today!

My newest from Loose Id Guarding My Heart is out this week and Whitley Gray was kind enough to have me as a guest on her blog today! But since I find my characters far more interesting than myself, I decided why not ask Liam and Scott a few questions of their own?


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Whitley’s newest one Rabbit Wars is on sale right now at Loose Id! It’s a great story, definitely recommended reading!


Whitley’s latest release from Loose Id