Authors in Real Life

by Susan Sey

Greetings from New York City, where the Romance Writers of America is kicking off its national conference today! If you're here, wheeee! If you're at home, booooo. We miss you.

This is the time of year when we all frantically try to match up the faces we see in the halls to the author photos we see on the internet & in the back of books. It's no easy task. We lose weight, we gain weight. We cut our hair, we color our hair. We put on make up, we take make up off.

And my personal favorite--we change our clothes.

I spent most of last year's conference trying to keep up with all the people who introduced themselves to me at the Literacy Signing that first night. Now I'm terrible with names & faces but I tried so hard. I really looked at people, I repeated their names the way you're supposed to. I shook hands, I hugged, I really thought I had it.

Then they all went and changed their shirts the next day & I was lost. Utterly lost.

This creates something of a social landmine. You don't want to sit down at lunch & cheerfully introduce yourself to your neighbor, only to have her remind you that you hugged her less than twenty-four hours ago. Right after she bought four copies of your book.

Equally unsettling is introducing yourself to your neighbor at lunch & having her blink in dismay & say, "Oh, wow, you don't look like your author photo at ALL."

Ha. Nope.

So here are two things I want to say as the conference kicks off:

1) I am not as cute as my author photo. Yes, my hair's short again & I got a pedicure for the occasion, but I will not be wearing make up. Not during the day anyway. It bugs my eyes. Feel free to express dismay at my appearance if you meet me. I'll laugh, then we can go get a Diet Coke & talk about how our high heels are killing us.

2) I will probably forget your name. I'm so sorry. This is a horrible social failing but I get nervous around new people and when I'm nervous I fail to remember important things. Like their names. But remind me. I will hug you most sincerely (I'm a very sincere hugger) and then we can go get a drink because if I forgot your name I'll be horrified & I'll need a drink. Then you can tell me something embarrassing you just did, or hit me with your pitch, & I'll tell you about the ridiculous thing I just did & I'll remember you because we drank & talked & shared our humiliations.

So, hey, make me feel better, huh? Share a social gaffe--a case of mistaken identity, a failure to remember a time/date/person, etc. Because I'm bound to be hip deep in humiliation at this point & I could use a good laugh.

p.s. I'm racing around the conference like a crazy girl, so I'll be scarce on the comments today but I promise I'll savor every word when I have two minutes to myself & reliable internet access!Source URL: http://plasticsurgerycelebrities.blogspot.com/search/label/Susan%20Sey
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MONEY SHOT! (or a cautionary tale about naming things)

by Susan Sey

I am not what you might call quick on the pick up.

Remember Grrrranimals? It was a line of kids clothing where you knew your shorts matched your top because they both had a little tiger (or kangaroo, or penguin, or whatever) on the label. Match the animal, match your outfit. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. (Hang on while I experience a moment of intense nostalgia for that concept. Okay, I'm back.)

Yeah, I was the last kid in my grade to realize it was dorky to wear those. I won't tell you how old I was. It's embarrassing.

And you know that exquisitely uncomfortable moment when you realize you've been insulted in front of a bunch of people? I often compound the humiliation by not even catching the insult. I just toodle merrily along, laughing & chatting. Then two days later I'm like, "Oh! Hey!"

A stinging retort, no matter how superbly crafted, loses its punch when it's 48 hours late.

So, yeah, I'm that girl. Not super quick on the pick up. Things that jump out at most people just sorta fly by me. Which is how I come to you now with a book called MONEY SHOT featuring a heroine named Goose. (A book which is to be released this coming Tuesday, June 7. I should mention that.)

I swear on all that's holy it did not occur to me that either of things would make this book difficult to promote. Somehow I did not realize that people would crack Top Gun jokes everywhere I went. (It's the Goose/Maverick thing, and though I love me some Anthony Edwards, this has gotten old.)

And the full import of naming a book MONEY SHOT didn't strike me until I started googling my title to see if review copies were out yet. (Do not do this. Especially not on Twitter. Just...trust me & save yourself an eyeball bleaching.)

This is not my fault. I can explain.

The Goose thing was an accident. Or at least a failure to look ahead the way an author should. I needed a secondary character when I was writing my previous book MONEY HONEY, & Goose just strolled onto the stage. She was six solid feet of sex appeal & polished charm, and made my heroine feel even dumpier and more awkward by comparison. In short, she was perfect. A little too perfect, actually. Nobody was going to like her if she wasn't a little more human.

So I named her Maria di Guzman, & called her Goose. It's short for di Guzman, & a nod to the fact that middle schoolers are cruel when it comes to assigning nicknames. Especially when you're a six foot tall middle school girl, & awkward with it. Maybe Goose ended up gorgeous but damn, she earned it. And the fact that she still lets people call her Goose tells the reader that she hasn't let beauty go to her head.

Then she got her own book. And now I have to promote a book whose heroine--for excellent reasons!--is named after a barnyard animal. Or maybe Tom Cruise's Top Gun sidekick. Sigh.

And now the money shot thing. Oh, double sigh.

Okay, I originally named this book MONEY MOON. It has a pagan subplot running through it--the island where the book takes place is home to an ancient altar that lines up to the moon just so at certain sacred times of year--and so the moon is a major story element. And since Goose spends the book tracking down a counterfeiter, the money reference seemed appropriate. Plus I thought MONEY MOON was a cute play on HONEY MOON which is what happens after people fall in love. Right?

Yeah, my editor wasn't so into it. And if you have to explain the reference, your reference was too obscure.

So we brainstormed a whole bunch of titles and MONEY SHOT was the one everybody agreed on. There's also a shooting subplot (Goose doesn't like to shoot her gun, though she's really good at it), so the shot part made sense. And though money shot is still used to refer to the, uh, grand finale scene of a porn movie, it's also become common parlance for somebody's signature move. You know, a basketball player's dunk, a pool player's favorite shot, a boxer's big punch, whatever. The porn thing just gave the phrase a slightly sexy connotation.

Or so we thought. Then I did a search on Twitter to see if anybody was talking about MONEY SHOT. Turns out they were. But they were NOT talking about my book.

Lot of porn out there, ladies. Lot of porn.

So there you have it. Could have happened to anybody, right?

But here's the thing. I love this book. Goose and Rush both started in a pretty dark place--Goose especially--but they came back to the light. And they worked like hell for it, & they did it with style and humor. So no matter how many Top Gun and/or porn jokes people make about this book, I'm keeping my chin up. You've got to have a sense of humor about these things or life is too grim. Just ask Rush and Goose.

How about you? Have you ever been the last one to get the joke? To catch a clue? Will a title or a name turn you off a book, or will you give things a chance? Be honest. I'm bullet-proof at this point & I really want to know. Plus, I'm giving away a copy of MONEY SHOT, so if you want to see how much the Goose/MONEY SHOT thing bothers you, comment & you could find out for free!Source URL: http://plasticsurgerycelebrities.blogspot.com/search/label/Susan%20Sey
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Cocktail Casual

by Susan Sey

Confession time: It's been over eight years since I had a job I needed to dress up for. To be perfectly honestly, it's been eight years since I had a job I needed to get dressed for at all.

See I'm a stay at home mom and a writer. This requires one of two looks: PJ pants & an earflap hat, or shorts & a pony tail, depending on the season. I'm not much of a groomer, so this makes me happy.

However, I recently got invited to a charity event & the invitation arrived with this ominous post-script:

Dress is Cocktail Casual.

Um, what?

Now I'm not a total amateur when it comes to dress codes. I know the difference between black tie & white tie, I know business formal & business casual. I even know casual Friday (Jeans--yes. Flip flops--no.) But Cocktail Casual? I have visions of feathers & I'm pretty sure that's not right.

I implored my husband for help & he rendered this manly opinion: pants & a collared shirt. Which is great advice if I want people to hand me their empty glasses all night & ask for a warm up on their coffee. No help there.

Next came Google. Nearest I can tell, 'cocktail' defines the ballpark--we're talking a bit fancier and/or sparklier than work wear, with dresses around the knee. I'm thinking 'casual' tones down the fancy. Maybe throw on a cardigan to mitigate cleavage & arm flab?

Shoot, this is exhausting. There better be an open bar, that's all I have to say.

So how about you? Have you ever flubbed the dress code? Or witnessed an epic wardrobe fail? Share!

And if you happen to know what cocktail casual is, share that too! And please, be specific. And timely. This shindig kicks off at 6 tonight, so time is of the essence.Source URL: http://plasticsurgerycelebrities.blogspot.com/search/label/Susan%20Sey
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Red Carpet Time!

by Susan Sey

Well, friends, it's almost time.

Time for the biggest event of the celebrity gossip hound's year.

It's time for the Oscars, baby.

Now I'm not going to lie to you people. I love celebrity gossip like kids love candy. We geek out for the Oscars like royal watchers geek out over Prince William & Kate. We'll celebrate the opening monologue with a make-it-yourself sundae bar set up in front of the TV. But never fear. We'll eat dinner during the red carpet coverage. Probably popcorn.

What? It's a whole grain.

Now I like a Hugh Jackman song-and-dance number as much as the next girl but what I really like? It's the speeches. Remember the year Phillip Seymour Hoffman won? I don't remember what for, just that his hands were shaking. You could see them on camera, trembling, as he rambled through a really genuine & heartfelt moment. I loved it.

And Sally Field's "you like me!" thing? Cringe worthy. And as a result? Instant classic.

The dresses are fun, too, though. Hilary Swank's all-but-backless dress the year she won for Boys Don't Cry had me choking on my popcorn. I thought we were about have butt cleavage for sure.

And I'm still in love with Julia Robert's vintage black-and-white number the year she won for Erin Brockovich. The one where Benjamin Bratt fixed her train for her as she ascended the steps? Swoon.

So what about you? What do you love most about the Oscars? (I'm not even going to ask if you love them. Of course you do. Come on.)

Are you a monologue/opening number type? Do you print out the ballots & try to pick winners? Are you in it for the acceptance speeches? Or when the camera cuts to the losers trying to look all pleased for the talentless hack who stole their award? Share!

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Hey, it's Go Red month. (You may have noticed my clever tie in--red carpet, go red, etc.) The tony margareth are partnering with the American Heart Association to promote awareness of women's heart health, which means we have give aways!

First, because everything is all red & stuff, I'm giving away a signed copy of my book Money, Honey to one lucky commenter. It's got a cute red cover & a red-hot love story, so wheee!

We also have an AHA Go Red for Women pin for one commenter today.

And just because we're givers, we also have this heart-healthy tip: Rekindle an old flame...on the grill! Try preparing a not-so-favorite food in a new way. Like, hey, not a banana fan? What if you threw one on the grill? It's a great dessert! Or chill out with some frozen grapes. Yum!

From Feb 1 through May 31, 2011, receive one free romance e-book when you sign up for the American Heart Association's Better U Program and one after you complete week six of the program. And look for the Eat Smart for Your Heart limited edition magazine (that features this offer) on newstands and in a grocery store near you.

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Susan Snarks the Golden Globes

by Susan Sey

I realize this is no secret but I'll go ahead & confess: I'm a celebrity gossip junkie. Which means, of course, that my favorite season has just kicked off.

Awards season.

I don't know why I love awards shows so much. If there was ever a group of people who needed to congratulate themselves less, it's celebrities. These are fabulously gorgeous people who get professionally dressed up every stinkin' day. Do they really need to do it again on their night off?

Apparently so.

Of course, the Academy Awards are the big deal & I wouldn't miss it for the world. But my favorite, without question?

The Golden Globes.

Why the GGs? For one thing, it's the first major awards show of the season. We're all fresh & interested.

But second--and far more important--celebrities can drink at the Golden Globes. Considering the endless bottles of champagne at their tables, one might conclude they're practically encouraged to drink. And when celebrities drink, they give tipsy, ill-advised acceptance speeches.

I love the Golden Globes.

My husband, however, feels about the awards season the way I feel about the football season: Meh.

So I watch a great many of these shows alone. Which is not all bad. I'm probably as irritating as an armchair quarterback. In fact, I know I am. I have proof.

Here is a record of my brilliant & witty commentary on the whole thing, from the red carpet action straight through host Ricky Gervais' final acid-dipped salvo. You can ignore me any old time.


Hey, Christian Bale. Are you preparing to play Jesus next, or Barry Gibb?
Michelle William’s daisy dress. I dunno. Not working for me.
Is the sound cutting out, or are people really cursing that much?
This is the most gentle play-off/stop-talking music I’ve ever heard.
Ricky Gervais just introduced Bruce Willis as Ashton Kutcher’s dad. Hee.
Helen Mirrin is just hot. I’m sorry, she is.
And Chris Colfer is adorable. I want to put him in my pocket. I think he’d fit.
Am I alone in wondering if Lea Michele is really crying happy tears for Chris Colfer? Or is she just hogging camera time again?
Michelle Pfeiffer has a bangin’ body. Why, oh WHY would she wear saddle bags?
Wowza, Helena Bonham Carter. Still wearing your Bellatrix LeStrange hair?
I hope Tony Parker is at home gnashing his teeth because Eva Longoria is polished to a fine gleam.
What is it about Steve Buscemi’s wizened little self I find so appealing? He’s like a skinny little turtle inexplicably walking on his hind legs, and yet…I can’t look away.
Whoa, Jenny from the block. Not feeling the spangled poncho. You look like you’re wearing a harem girl’s skirt around your neck.
Justin Bieber is just snack sized, isn’t he?
I love it that Ricky Gervais just brings his drink out to the podium with him.
Anne Hathaway’s shoulder pads are like mini storage units.
Good lord, Al Pacino. Is Snooki doing your hair?
What is wrong with Dennis Quaid’s hair? It’s gone the way of Meg Ryan’s face.
On a side note, what the HELL is Tilda Swinton wearing? She looks like a nurse/nun as channeled by Maria from the Sound of Music. Maybe she made it herself out of old curtains?
Hey, dang, there’s Temple Grandin, hugging and kissing Claire Danes a little longer than Claire finds comfortable. Heh. And Jennifer Love Hewitt is looking like she’s already started drinking her disappointment away. Sorry, J Love.
I think Helena Bonham Carter has a crow trapped in her bosom. It looks sharp.
Ooooooh, Zac Efron cut his hair and packed on some muscle. When did that happen?
Hey, Aaron Sorkin. Boy, do I miss the West Wing. Did you know he has a degree in musical theatre? And occasionally dates Kristin Chenoweth? I wonder if he’s still occasionally dating cocaine?
Wow, Olivia Wilde went full out princess sparkly. I like it.
Blair Underwood….is that a leather jacket? A leather tuxedo jacket? Bold move, Mr. L A Law.
Melissa Leo just ended her speech with a heart-felt woohoo. Nice.
It would be tough to make a figure like January Jone’s look dumpy but damn, that dress made it happen.
Aw. They bleeped out the first few seconds of Paul Giamatti’s speech. I bet he cusses funny.
I don’t know how I feel about the sequined rose crowning Natalie Portman’s bosom. I think it’s pretty? Maybe if the dress weren’t such a blah color? A little awkward, though, when she announces her boyfriend totally wants to sleep with her, which is obvious because, hello, she’s preggers. Hmmm.
Poor Ricky Gervais is taking some jabs from the crowd tonight. Huh. It doesn’t seem like lighthearted fun, either. Would love to be a fly on the wall at the after parties tonight.
I like Sandra Bullock. I like her so much I want to kick Jesse James in the nuts myself. But oh, honey, those bangs are doing you no favors. Somewhere Kat Von D is smirking into her beer.
So how about you? Do watch the awards shows? Do you keep track of the awards or are you just in it for the fashion faux pas & the awkward moments? Will you watch the Oscars this year? What did you think of the Oscar nominees just announced? Exciting!Source URL: http://plasticsurgerycelebrities.blogspot.com/search/label/Susan%20Sey
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Ghouls Just Wanna Have Fun

by Susan Sey

I know it isn't Halloween just yet but it's the Friday before, which means it's officially time to party like the undead.

Now if you're a kid this means the Weekend of Free Candy is upon you. Get out there & shake down the neighborhood, kiddoes!

A word of advice, though? If you can shave, drive a car or appreciate an ironic costume, you're too old to trick or treat. Same goes if you either a) want to go as a Naughty Nurse or b) have what it takes to fill out the costume. Time to move on, 'kay? Hand out candy at home, or get out there & TP the cranky neighbors. (Yes, I know I'm asking for it, but seriously, I'd rather get TP'ed than stare down the six foot tall college freshman at my door wearing a t-shirt that says, "This IS my costume.")

But I don't want to talk about kids & costumes. Today I want to talk about grown ups. Because grown ups have totally co-opted this holiday.

I'm not whining. Certainly not. I love Halloween. I met my husband at his annual Halloween bash. (He used to turn his entire basement into a haunted house every year. Then we had kids who lose sleep over movies like UP--"The talking dogs were BAD!"-- & that nonsense had to end.)

For us these days Halloween is all about dressing up our little princesses & carving smiley faces into pumpkins but one day...

...one day I want to do the Zombie Pub Crawl.

I want to dress up like the undead, parade all over town & drink like my liver really has kicked it. I can't explain this fascination with zombies. I don't normally enjoy dead things, or movies about dead things. Or movies where people make previously alive things dead.

But I thought Shaun of the Dead was one of the funniest movies I'd ever seen.

This shocked the heck out of my husband who, if he wants me to watch a scary movie, has to promise to walk me to the bathroom at any hour of the day or night, and take charge of any household chore which involves going into the basement after dark.

And Zombie Land! Oh! Comic genius! This is a movie in which Woody Harrelson (so often underestimated as an actor) watches a female zombie chowing down on some poor guy and remarks offhandedly, "There's a lady who likes her Manwich."

I cried laughing. I still chuckle every time I walk past the cans of Manwich in the grocery store.

Based on this, I feel confident it would give me no end of enjoyment to get dressed up in raggedy clothes and stagger through the streets of St. Paul in search of brains (by which I mean beer) this weekend.

How about you? What are you doing this weekend to celebrate? Are you celebrating kid- or adult-style? Any traditions? Let hear 'em!
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Buried Alive!

by Susan Sey

So I broke up with my old gym. We'd been happy together for two years or more but things had gotten stale. Boring. Expensive. It wasn't any one thing but sometimes you grow apart, you know? It's not you, it's me. These things happen. Maybe we should take a break.

I decided to have a look around, see if there was an option that fit my life a bit better. As it happens, there was. The Community Center.

The Community Center has a pool. My old gym did, too, but this pool is a zero-depth-entry, chock-full-of-slides-and-toys, warmer-than-bathwater type pool. Much better for my skinny children whose lips turn blue when they so much as stroll past the beach.

The Community Center also has an indoor playground, access to which comes free with membership. A nice bennie when you live in The Land That Summer Forgot. Snow'll be flying up here pretty soon--an indoor playground will be nice to have.

The Community Center is also next door to the library (this family's idea of nirvana), has a preschool (which my youngest attends), and costs less than half what my old gym did.

Sold.

However, the CC (as it will henceforth be known because I am a lazy typist) lacks one thing. TVs on the cardio equipment. Our old gym had TVs on all the treadmills & elliptical machines. You just plugged in your headphones, picked a station & off you went for your sweaty twenty minutes or whatever.

At the CC, there's a bank of TVs hung on the wall & you have to tune your personal radio (who the heck has a RADIO anymore??) to the FM band indicated on the wall under each TV. That's the only way you can listen to the audio. Otherwise, you have to read the closed captioning they've conveniently turned on.


Now this isn't a problem for me. I'm happy to read the screen. My husband feels this is a crime against fitness but that's a different blog. No, what I want to talk about today is the joy of being forced out of my usual TV watching rut.

See, running isn't fun. When I run indoors, I need to be diverted. I need to be absorbed or I spend too much time thinking about how very unpleasant running is & wondering if it's over yet. (It's not.)

So I need some gripping TV, & I'm not interested in taking a chance on an unknown quantity. I like shows I *know* I like: reality shows where talented people work under time & material pressure--Top Chef or Project Runway. I like a good soapy drama--Dawson's Creek is a big favorite. Or something clever and quick--That 70's Show still kills me. (I have a friend Kitty Foreman only wishes she were.) The West Wing is a good one, too.

But at the CC now I have a whole smorgasbord of shows on at once & none of them are what I usually watch. It's talk shows (Ellen Degeneres), trashy talk shows (Maury Povich, I think), and soap operas.

I went with the soap. Now I haven't followed a soap opera since I used to watch the Bold & the Beautiful in college and I have to say, it's nice to see they're still burying people alive. (And putting them in comas and having secret babies, all of which happened in the time it took me to log four miles.)

My favorite was the buried alive story line. They'd sealed this woman (an exquisitely groomed sixty-something) into a crypt with a cell phone & a security camera. This allowed her to both see and rail against the idiotic young things who wandered by for some crypt-side musing, and have vitriolic chats with the villain who'd buried her.

Watching a grande dame shriek, "I'M IN THE CRYPT, YOU STUPID COW!" at a clueless mourner remarking on the unlikeliness of her sudden death was awesome, too. We don't get enough scenery chewing from Women Of A Certain Age. I'm all for more of that. I wish they'd bring back the turban as a hairstyle, too, now that I'm thinking of it. Liz Taylor rocked the turban. More turbans!

I think I'm going to like my new gym.

So how about you? Do you follow any soaps--now or ever? What's your favorite storyline? Secret babies? Long lost lovers? Premature burial? Back-from-the-dead lovers? Evil twins? Do you watch TV while you work out? What do you watch? And if they brought turbans back, would you wear one? Source URL: http://plasticsurgerycelebrities.blogspot.com/search/label/Susan%20Sey
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Happy Birthday To Me!

by Susan Sey

Okay, this is going to be a short one because a) I'm totally jetlagged and b) it's my birthday.

I'm completely jet lagged because my husband & I just returned less than 12 hours ago from a 10th anniversary trip to Hawaii (which was INCREDIBLE--I recommend Kauai without reservation), but what I really want to talk about is the birthday thing.

And, yeah, I really do want to talk about it.

I know some women like to stop having birthdays once they hit thirty or so but I'm 38, in case anybody's curious. Looking 40 riiiiiiight in the eye, thank you very much. And I have no intention of ignoring my birthday, now or ever.

And why?

Because I'm all about cake.

I like presents as much as the next girl, of course, but I don't really get my kicks out of surprises in pretty boxes, or thoughtful momentoes of cherished occasions.

I want cake.

I like parties, too. Love spending time with family & friends. Love hanging out with my kids & celebrating just about anything. And I'm easy to please in terms of gatherings.

Beer on the patio for your graduation? Great. Dinner & dancing for your wedding? Super. Back yard BBQ for a family reunion? Nice. Fancy shin dig for your parents' 40th wedding anniversary? Sweet.

But when it's my birthday?

Cake.

Guess what I'm doing to celebrate my 38th birthday today?

I don't know either (the kids have been very secretively planning something with their grandparents while my husband & I were away).

But my family knows me & I'm pretty sure there's going to be cake involved.

How about you? How do you like to celebrate when it's your big day? Because it's your day, after all. Are you a presents girl? Do you love a good surprise party? Or are you like me & all sweet tooth-centric?

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Book Pimping

by Suzanne



Okay, a little known secret...well maybe a widely known fact among the Bandits and my friends...I AM A BOOK PIMP. Yep. Can't seem to help it. If I read a great book, I want EVERYONE  I've ever seen holding a book, picking up my new "find" and reading it.  Here's sort of how the conversation goes:






Me, "I just read the most incredible book."
My mark, "Really? What?"
Me, leaning closer with just a hint of a smile, "Money, Honey by Susan Sey. OMG, couldn't put it down!"
Interested victim, "Really? I'd love one of those kind of books. What's it about?"

AHA! Got another one!

Here's another one:



Me, standing in the romance aisle at the local bookstore, reshelving books. Yep, I do this. Bandit's new releases at eye level or on the highly coveted "new release shelf". This particular time I'm muttering loud enough for the three ladies down the aisle to hear me, "I can't believe they have Jo Davis' firefighters on the bottom shelf. For crying out loud she's a local author!" Now, I do this while holding the highly sexy cover of Line Of Fire out for the ladies to get a good look at.

#1 lady moves closer. "That's a book about firefighters?"
Me, "Oh my goodness, yes. The sexiest team of hunky firefighters you'll ever read about."
#2 moves up and takes a book to read the back blurb. "I think firemen are so sexy."
#3, taking her copy. "And so brave."
#1, "Heroic."
Me, "Sexy."
All three nod, putting the books in their growing armfuls. Ah, my job here is finished, oh wait...I point out Lorraine Heath, Jane Graves, Tracy Garrett, Sandy Blair and Addison Fox's books, making sure they all know they're local authors, too!

See? I can't help it!



My coworkers aren't immnue. Last weekend, knowing how many of my coworkers read the YA series Twilight, I took Inara Scott's Delcroix Academy series: The Candidates bookmarks to work and handed them out.I explained it was a brand new paranormal series that was releasing Tuesday. I told them, "It's going to be the next big hit for teens and twenty year olds. I think you would like reading it too!" I'm betting when I return to work the next week I'll see one or two people holding that book. And since many of them have teenagers, I'm thinking they'll be reading her book, soon. I think these girls will be, too!




Another fun thing happened when I read Kate Carlisle's first Bibliophile Murder mystery book, Homicide In Hardcover at work. My friend Karen bought a copy because I was chuckling all the way through it. When the second book came out, If Books Could Kill, Karen and I were reading the book at the same time, almost simultaneously laughing at the same spots! (I laughed first coz I read faster than Karen.) Several coworkers said, "Are you two reading the same book?" We said, "yes" and Karen proceeded to tell them what we loved about Kate's books. At least three wrote Kate's name and the book titles down to read. YES!


Oh and if someone asks me for a good  historical author to read, my first recommendation? Julie Garwood. "What?" I say, slightly shocked voice, "You haven't read any of Ms. Garwood's works? Let me bring you my copy of Saving Grace." Why this book? It's a well worn hardback copy, (the copy I loan out, my other copy is pristine and on my keeper shelf) and I know if they love this book, they'll be buying the back list, ASAP!



So, how about you? Are you ever a book pimp? How do you go about hooking your book addicts? Any tricks I can borrow? Oh and if you were trying to pimp a book or author to me, which one would you recommend?Source URL: http://plasticsurgerycelebrities.blogspot.com/search/label/Susan%20Sey
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