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Friday, December 2, 2016

While I Was Sleeping.......

Hey, ya’all.  How is everyone?  Ready for the holidays?  Yeah, me neither.  But they’re coming whether we’re ready or not, so like I always say…hang on tight!

Okay, so this week I’m on a rant again about thing that make you go HUH?  I had   some elbow surgery earlier this week and it brought with it a real head-scratching moment.  First, let me say that I have the utmost respect for doctors, nurses, and anyone who works in the health care industry.  You guys are rock stars!  But I always say that I’m a very intelligent woman with moments of incredible stupidity…well, I guess I’m not the only one.

So here’s what happened.  When the doc and I talked about the surgery, I made it clear I had some book deadlines and that I couldn’t afford to be laid up.  He assured me that whether they did this surgery laparoscopically or they had to cut open the elbow, either way I would probably be typing again by that night or the next day.  Ohkay…I’m trusting my doc ‘cuz he’s a real smart guy.

Surgery day comes on Monday and I am real nice to everyone.  They are thrilled to have me there.  We are cutting up and having a great time.  (I believe in being nice to people who hold your life in their hands.  Just sayin…)  Anyway, we are all besties and everything is going great.  So I go to sleep like a good girl and the doc works his magic.  All is well.

Time comes to wake up and I open my eyes and the nice nurse is there telling me I did great, but they had to cut into the elbow, so it’s a bigger incision than expected.  No problem…the doc assured me either way was no big deal.  So I lift my arm and it won’t move.  HUH?  I squint and stare at my arm, which is in a half cast from above my elbow all the way to my fingers.  WTF?  Is this what you call a workable solution?  Who did this?  I never should have gone to sleep.  It was like those pictures where you fall asleep at a Frat party and wake up with a penis drawn on your face!

I am freaking out inside.  I say nothing to my caretakers because I can see they are trying to take really good care of me.  I know I have a follow-up appointment the next day, so I’ll have a chat with the doc then and get him to cut about 12 inches off this freaking cast!  So I talk myself off the ledge and later that night I confirm that I cannot type…can’t even reach the keyboard unless I stick my elbow in the air and dangle my fingers over the top of the keyboard.  In fact, I soon realize I can’t brush my teeth, can’t get a spoon to my mouth, nor can I wipe my butt!  This is my right arm, and I am right-handed.  We have a crisis of MAJOR proportions.  I text my friend Patti and tell her if the doc won’t take the stupid cast off tomorrow, I’m coming over and she’s going to help me take this sucker off and saw it down to a more workable size.  I cannot, for the life of me, figure out why I have this stupid cast on my arm—that was NOT the deal I made with the doctor!!!

Next day I show up at the doc’s office and they’re really surprised.  Turns out the appointment I have is left over from the first surgery date that they rescheduled…but they forgot to reschedule the follow-up.  So they tell me to come back in two weeks.  I say, “Oh no, you have to take this cast off today.  I’m here and I need it off.  No one ever mentioned it, I have to work, it has to come off.”

Uh….we’ll check with the doctor.

I’m about to hyperventilate when they come back and say I can talk to his PA.  Okay, now I’m ready to do battle.  No more Ms. Nice Guy. I go back and without any questions, they just start cutting the darn thing off.  Oh-kay.  I can work with this.  So off comes the cast.  I ask the PA what the purpose was for that stupid cast anyway, and I swear to God, my hand over my heart, her answer is that it was the only way they could think to keep the wrapping on the elbow.  Apparently, it’s hard to keep a wrap on an elbow…and apparently they don’t think I’m capable of rewrapping it.  So the solution is to freeze my arm at a 90 degree angle with a half-cast so I can’t type, can’t eat with a spoon, can’t brush my teeth, can’t wipe?  She looks at me and serious as a heart attack, this PA who is one-third my age asks, “Do you think you can rewrap it if it comes off?”


I stare at her for a moment and say, “Uh, yeah.  I can rewrap it.”  While inside my mind is shrieking, “I’m a grown-ass woman!  What kind of idiots are you used to working with?”  She gives me a look that says she is doubtful I can manage to do it, but she shrugs and is going to let the stupid girl go home with an arm that is only wrapped…and which, apparently, won’t stay wrapped.

It was like being in the twilight zone, so as soon as the door opened, I got the hell outta there like my ass was on fire!  I texted my friend Patti and told her the cast was off, so she could pack away the saw.  She responded asking why they had put it on in the first place if they were willing to just take it off 24 hours later.  I explained the reasoning, and her response was, “Do they think you’re a kid?”


So today is a much better day.  I was able to type up this blog, I have rewrapped my arm twice with no problem, I brushed my teeth this morning without getting toothpaste from my nose to my chest, and I am delighted to report that I can now wipe my own butt!  Life is Good!

And while I’m at it, I want to send out a special I Love You and a HUGE Thank You to my buddy Bev Petrone.  She stepped in at the last minute to drive me, pick up my meds (and a box of donuts and a bag of Fritos), and even stayed the night with me to make sure I didn’t commit hara-kiri over the cast they sneakily put on my arm while I was sleeping.  Friends don’t come any better than that!

That’s my story, weird and wacky, and I’m stickin’ to it. So, hang on tight now, ‘cuz we’re gonna go real, real fast!

Love ya,


Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Happy Belated Thanksgiving!

        Hello all! It’s the Sunday after Thanksgiving and football is blaring from the television as I write this (my DH is a huge football fan). Hope you all had a wonderful holiday filled with loving family and friends and enough food to make your dining room table groan under the weight. I know I did…and I’m so thankful for all of it. I’m also still full, although that doesn’t stop me from picking at the leftovers….I love Thanksgiving Day leftovers, don’t you? Sure, I’ll have another piece of cheesecake….but I digress.
         I was fortunate enough to take the whole week of Thanksgiving off from the day job (and the bathroom scale, although said scale has been giving me the stink eye since last Sunday). What did I do with my time off? Well, I cooked and cleaned and baked and read, and played with the dog (my being off really messed up her schedule, not to mention my DH’s routine) and avoided said bathroom scale like it was the plague. Oh, and I watched a bunch of those holiday movies on the Hallmark Channel (love those movies and all those happily ever afters!) I particularly enjoyed Operation Christmas. For a sap like me, those happily ever afters really make my day and I’m not embarrassed to admit that I may shed a tear or two while the credits roll.
         What else did I do? I wrote (and not just in the morning as is my habit during the work week) and I finally finished my current work in progress. I didn’t write “The End” though because there’s still editing to do (and cutting! Oh my gosh, the cutting! I tend to get a little wordy) and the dreaded synopsis to write but for all intents and purposes, the story is done! I’m happy the story has ended (and with the way it ended…because this story really kicked my butt!).
I’m a little sad, too. It’s hard to say “Goodbye” to Theo and Eamon, Granny and all the rest of the characters who have been in my life for the better part of a year (I’ll even miss the bad guy!), but I will revisit them and that’s always a good thing.  
         Well, gentle readers, tomorrow is Monday and back to the day job for me (there are bills to pay and work to be done) but I so enjoyed my time off and getting to spend time with family and friends (and that includes my characters). Hope you did, too!

As always, happy reading (and watching those Hallmark movies and stuffing yourself with….stuffing!)

Sunday, November 27, 2016

New Release: Fearsome Foursome

This book was a wily and untamable creature. As my 13th novel, I suspect the characters decided to ban together to thwart me. They did not succeed.

Fearsome Foursome is the fifth book in the Mars Cannon series.

Mars Cannon was thrilled not to be included in Mrs. Janowski’s newest club: The Fearsome Foursome. Mars had enough on her plate without having to chase after four feisty seniors. Reopening the Hog with Rand was a project, to say the least. If only she could persuade Brett and Rand to get along, then her life would be perfect.

Well, not really.

Perfect was never in her grasp, not when Emily had followed Brett back from Italy and took over Mars’ house and Brett’s office. Not when Rand instigated fights with Brett. Not when Brett worked around the clock. And certainly not when Ida was arrested for murder and Mars had to take her place in the Fearsome Foursome.

When Ida refused legal counsel and wouldn’t speak with friends or family, the Fearsome Foursome gathered to help. But poking around in Ida’s past proved daunting. It was clear from the start that Ida was protecting someone. But who and why? The ladies plodded on the best way they knew how, causing havoc, wars, and banishment. If that wasn’t enough to knock Mars over the edge, Brett gets caught with another woman.

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Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Dark Angels by Karleen Koen

Growing up in Louis XIV’s France, Alice Verney returns to her homeland, England under the rule of Charles II. 

Alice has many ladies-in-waiting that she feels in charge of and to find them suitable matches, or more to keep them from the wrong matches they’re headed for.  She has her eye on her own fantasy match with Balmoral.  Dark Angels: A Novel by Karleen Koen | 9780307351944 | NOOK Book ...

She hopes her father can help her with Balmoral, but can she trust her father?

When Alice returns to England, she finds that the loyalties have switched.  She needs to reorganize her plan.  The ladies-in-waiting have gone their own ways, falling in love instead of looking for a “good” match.   

Alice insists on keeping her mind on the perfect match with Balmoral, who is considerably older and fraught with health concerns.  Although…there is a young man who notices her and becomes close to her.

Will she go with love or connections for herself and her young lady friends?  It’s a twisted route throughout the palace to find the answer.

Happy reading,


Sunday, November 20, 2016


The love of America. 

Because I love my country, have visited and enjoyed many others, I still feel blessed to live in the United States of America.
We, as citizens, have unlimited freedoms and choices.  Many other countries have liberties, but my experience tells me that the US has more.
Here’s where it gets a little sticky.  As I know, you have experienced the longest and most controversial presidential campaign probably in your lifetime.  I had to use my ability to make a statement.  We’re allowed to do that in the US.  Product Details
I’ve wanted to write this novel for several years.  I’ve always wondered why authors say that instead of just writing it.  My reason is I needed to educate myself, I needed to experience more, I needed to grow in my thinking.  As I have a BS in Political Science and have attended law school, my mind is buzzing with all the governmental action, which it may be a curse that I found the campaigning of all involved so fascinating.
My freedom to write such a story has focused on the questionable tactics to get to Washington. 
I found this my most difficult book to write.  I thought my fingers wouldn’t be able to keep up with my thoughts because there was so much fodder to work with.  The hard part was focusing on a main topic versus covering everything.
Once I focused, it came!
Here’s a short description:Product Details

What will it cost? 

A novice journalist learns the scathing details of the former President of the United States’ deadly campaign for office.

Dale Sorenson got the surprise call of his life. Former President Robert Manfield insists on detailing his path to the presidency with the caveat that it’s revealed to the citizens of the United States of America.  The corruption and deadly consequences of becoming president of the greatest democracy on earth will astound the country, if they live to tell the story.

I hope you find it thrilling, I hope it creates suspense, and I hope it gives you a little something to think about.
It’s available at’s-confession/dawn-kunda
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Your opinion matters,


Friday, November 18, 2016

Witches and Gargoyles Fly Again!

Hey, ya'all. How's everyone doing?  Great, I hope!!!  Well, here we are's Thursday night and my blog is due tomorrow, and I got nuthin. LOL  I was supposed to be going under the knife tomorrow morning for a bone fragment in one elbow, but I got a last minute reprieve, which is a VERY good thing, given that this has been one of those weeks where everything you do seems to fall apart and ends up a pile of junk on the living room floor.  :)  So surgery postponed and now I don't have to worry about the doc getting hit by lightning while he's got a metal probe stuck in my elbow. Yeah!

So, what I'm gonna do instead is give you a sneak peek at the new cover for my story that's coming out later this week.  It's the first book in the SpellMaker Series...a new series about witches in cowgirl boots, hiding in plain sight, and gargoyles who wear cowboy hats.  It came out in September as part of the Butterscotch Martini Girls box set, Bodyguard.  But now I'll be publishing it stand-alone under its own cover.  Woo Hoo!  So, here's the cover, and I hope you love it because I designed it myself. There's an excerpt posted below...Enjoy!  And if you love it, keep an eye open for it to come out on Monday!

That's my story, new and nutty, and I'm stickin' to it.  Hang on tight now, 'cuz we're gonna go real, real fast!

Love ya,


Excerpt from...Witch's Pass

Grant addressed the men.  “Gentlemen, as I said on the phone, my daughter Quayk is missing.  No one has seen her since this morning.  What do you need to know about her?  Do you need a picture?”

McCall shook his head.  “No, we have all that.  Pulled it up before we left.  I have two members of my team I would like to leave with your family.  They will provide protection while they question them to see if there is anything else we can learn.”  He turned his head and motioned toward a group of people standing next to his truck.  “Garcia.”

A tall, slender woman with caramel skin, dark brown eyes, and long, black hair pulled back in a ponytail stepped forward.  She wore black leggings, a black short-sleeve T-shirt, black boots, and had a gun belt strapped around her hips.

“This is Alice Garcia.  She’ll be in charge of things here at the house.”

The woman smiled and nodded as she met Grant’s gaze fearlessly.  “Hello.  I’ll take good care of your family.”

Grant had no doubt she would.  He could sense a comfort spell emanating from her also.  He could tell from the flavor of the spell that she was an Empath, and he was grateful she would be able to sense his family’s needs and put them at ease.

McCall turned back toward his truck.  “Slicer.”

A man dressed in dark pink from head to toe stepped forward, and it was clear from the way he moved, he was probably gay.  The man was of mixed blood and could have been a Prince clone.   But his most prominent features were his eyes—a light golden brown, with slightly horizontal, oval-shaped irises.  Not at all what he’d expected.  Grant turned toward McCall and raised one brow.  “Slicer?”

One side of McCall’s mouth pulled up in a grin.  “Yeah.  This is Eric Rittenhouse.  We call him Slicer because of his special talents.”

Grant stared at the man.  “And what would those be?”

McCall chuckled.  “He’s a cat shifter.”

Grant met McCall’s gaze.  “Seriously?”

That explains the eyes.

McCall nodded.  “And people like him.  So they tell him shit.”

Holy hell, what a crew!

Grant smiled at Rittenhouse.  “Okay, welcome aboard, Slicer.  Take good care of my family.”

“Oh, you know I will, sir.”  Slicer gave him a salute that was something straight out of a sitcom routine, and Grant had to resist the urge to laugh.

McCall turned back toward the group next to the truck.  “Okay, the rest of you come on up.”
The group stepped forward and formed a line in front of Grant.

McCall introduced each of them individually.  “This is Tracker—our field survival expert, and a lion shifter.  He can track anything that walks, hops, runs, or slithers, and sometimes even things that fly with a little assistance.”

Alex pointed to a man carrying an automatic weapon.  “Shooter here is our ordnance expert and a military-trained sniper. He a can hit a bird in flight at a mile every time with the naked eye.  He’s a falcon shifter.”

The next man to step forward was dressed in black and fairly non-descript—someone you might see and never remember later.  “This is Boxcar, and he’s a raccoon shifter.  He can get in and out of anything, and don’t shoot dice with him if you want to keep your shirt.”

Alex motioned for a man in a well-worn white straw hat to step forward.  “Cowboy here is my ranch foreman, and has a team of search and rescue experts that work with him.”  Cowboy nodded and stepped back in line.

Grant asked, “Is he a shifter too?”

Alec shook his head.  “No.  He’s a psychic with strong telepathic abilities.  That makes him good with animals, and he can communicate with his search and rescue team over long distances, even without these headsets.”

“And this is Meow.”  Alex grinned as he introduced the last man.  “He’s our main strategist, an expert in stealth recovery, and trained in human psychology and behavior.  He can read you like a book, and has an astounding ability to imitate the sound of any animal.  You hear a kitten outside the door, don’t go check.”

Grant met Alex’s gaze.  “Shifter?”

Alex laughed.  “No, Human.  Just weird and twisted.”