Diary of a debut: In search of the perfect cover for Your Perfect Life

FentonSteinke_Your Perfect Life coverWe have to admit, there is no feeling to describe what it's like when you first hold your novel in your hands. For a time, the characters you've created live only in your head, until they eventually make their way onto your computer screen. So the the experience of gripping the actual paperback--of feeling the pages between your fingers, the emotion of seeing your name on the front, the details about your plot on the back, the amazing blurb from your author idol Jen Lancaster (thank you, Jen!), the dedication, the acknowledgments, well, there are no words.

But I suppose if we tried, if we really took a shot at conveying what it felt like to cradle Your Perfect Life, it would be something along the lines of holy f*cking shit, we actually wrote a book! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

When we were told our cover was being overnighted to us, we were like little kids on Christmas Eve, tossing and turning in our beds, eyes wide open, unable to wait to open that big gift the next day. Then the doorbell finally rang and we found ourselves walking, then running, then walking to the door, equal parts scared shitless and excited beyond belief to see it.

There are so many covers out there--a gazillion different ways to use images to encapsulate what a book is about, to call someone's attention to it when it sits in a store, in a sea of other novels.  Would we love it? Would we *gulp* not? Hand on the doorknob, we took a deep breath and opened, then grabbed the box and ripped with wild abandon, unable to get that damn perforated tab to pull just right, then finally, we just say eff it and take a steak knife and slice through, then put our hand in and slowly slide the picture of the cover out of it. Eyes squeezed shut until finally, popping them open and...

Screaming with joy--so loudly that a neighbor or two *might* have popped their head out of the door to check that there wasn't a mass murderer roaming.

The cover was, in a word--perfect.

And also eerie. *cue Twilight zone music*

Because what the designers of this oh, so perfect cover, could have never known is how much the images on the front would mean to us. They could have never in a million years known that at Lisa's wedding four years ago, she picked orange Chinese lanterns and white lights to dangle above the atrium where she would be married. Or that just a few months ago, Liz and Lisa spent two painstaking hours hanging Chinese lanterns and lights over the dance floor where her closest friends and family would come together to celebrate her 40th birthday.

This cover is so much more than a perfect representation of what our book is about or a beautiful way to attract a curious reader as she peruses the aisles of her favorite bookstore. It is us. And for that, we want to say thank you to our publisher, Judith Curr and our editor, Greer Hendricks and everyone on the team at Atria who worked so hard to create it.

So to celebrate, we are giving away a signed arc of YOUR PERFECT LIFE which, btw, is available for pre-order! Just leave a comment to be entered to win. We'll select the winner on Sunday, December 15th after 12PM PST. And also, be sure to subscribe to our newsletter for exclusive info about more giveaways, contests and details about our novel.

Lisa's wedding

And, as always, thank you so much for being there for us through it all! We could NOT have done it without you!

Liz's 40th birthday party

 

 

Jennifer Tress' 5 Things I'd Tell The Teen Me

You're Not Pretty Enough by Jennifer TressOur guest today: Jennifer Tress Why we love her: She tells it like it is!

Her latest: You're Not Pretty Enough

The Scoop: From the "Sex Papers" Jen drew as a four-year-old when her mom was pregnant with her younger sister, to her sole teenage act of rebellion: going to church. "We're very disappointed in you," her nonreligious parents said. When she was sixteen Jennifer fell in love with Jon Bon Jovi and felt certain that if he just met her, he'd feel exactly the same way. They met all right. But that's not what happened. At twenty-three Jen married her college sweetheart and divorced him at twenty-six after he'd had an affair. Affairs happen every day. What doesn't happen every day? The wife and the girlfriend meeting at a bar, discovering they liked each other, and then confronting Jen's husband that same night. The true stories contained her are smart, uproarious and utterly relatable. Told chronologically and chock full of truths, You're Not Pretty Enough provides an example of how to be comfortable in your own skin and ultimately live a full life (even if you screw up, royally, along the way).

From the “Sex Papers” Jen drew as a four-year-old when her mom was pregnant with her younger sister to her sole teenage act of rebellion: going to church. “We’re very disappointed in you,” her nonreligious parents said. When she was sixteen, Jennifer fell in love with Jon Bon Jovi and felt certain that if he just met her, he’d feel exactly the same way. They met all right. But that’s not what happened.

At twenty-three Jen married her college sweetheart and divorced him at twenty-six after he’d had an affair. Affairs happen every day. What doesn’t happen every day? The wife and the girlfriend meeting at a bar, discovering they liked each other, and then confronting Jen’s husband that same night.

Smart, uproarious and utterly relatable You’re Not Pretty Enough is chock full of truths and provides an example of how to be comfortable in your own skin and ultimately live a full life (even if you screw up, royally, along the way).

- See more at: http://www.yourenotprettyenough.com/v2/the-book/#sthash.NQT9VjRc.dpuf

From the “Sex Papers” Jen drew as a four-year-old when her mom was pregnant with her younger sister to her sole teenage act of rebellion: going to church. “We’re very disappointed in you,” her nonreligious parents said. When she was sixteen, Jennifer fell in love with Jon Bon Jovi and felt certain that if he just met her, he’d feel exactly the same way. They met all right. But that’s not what happened.

At twenty-three Jen married her college sweetheart and divorced him at twenty-six after he’d had an affair. Affairs happen every day. What doesn’t happen every day? The wife and the girlfriend meeting at a bar, discovering they liked each other, and then confronting Jen’s husband that same night.

Smart, uproarious and utterly relatable You’re Not Pretty Enough is chock full of truths and provides an example of how to be comfortable in your own skin and ultimately live a full life (even if you screw up, royally, along the way).

- See more at: http://www.yourenotprettyenough.com/v2/the-book/#sthash.NQT9VjRc.dpuf

Our thoughts: Three words: Laugh. Out. LOUD!

Giveaway: ONE copy!  Just leave a comment and you'll be entered to win.  We'll choose the winners on Sunday December 8th after 3pm PST.

Where to read more about Jennifer: Her website, Facebook and Twitter.

LIZ AND LISA PRESENT....JENNIFER TRESS' 5 THINGS I'D TELL THE TEEN ME

Jennifer Tress auhtor photo1. Remember that you are more than your body. Your breasts will come in at around 12 and they will be big right from the start. You’re a little taller than average, and since you have a well-proportioned body in that hourglass way, you will get unwelcome and sometimes unseemly attention from grown men. The deli guy, even a teacher or two, will give you that explicit, expressionless up and down or a direct verbal innuendo. At first you will feel shame and you will hide your “assets” under baggy clothes. You will turn off your personality, and look down to the ground so that you don’t make eye contact. It will make you unhappy for a little while, until you…

2. Choose empowerment. As you get to be a sophomore, you’ll realize you have some control over that leering behavior and how you react in the face of it. You’ll realize you’re just becoming a woman and hey these boobs ain’t half bad! And, wouldn’t it be fun if I could force the creepy dudes to face their creepy behavior? So you’ll go into Spencer Gifts at the mall and buy a smallish red pin with white lettering. And it will say “Stop Staring At My Tits” and you will wear it on the jean jacket you wear every day (with Jon Bon Jovi’s face inked on the back) and place it strategically…over your breasts. And you will laaaaugggh (in your head) when the deli guy reads it and looks you in the face by mistake and then quickly looks away, ashamed.

3. Putting out is not going to make you popular. You will try this time and time again (way past your teens, even) not realizing that you’re seeking validation that you’re pretty/good enough or using it as a trophy that says “hey…I just made it with this dude and he’s popular, so that must make me…[fill in the blank].” The problem is, if you don’t fill in the blank, they will; with “a slut,” or “pathetic,” or whatever. Putting out doesn’t make you a slut. It makes you sexual. And if you’re sexual in a way that shows respect for yourself, and you engage when you’re mature enough to handle it, that’s healthy. Putting out to fill a void is not, however. So…

4. Make choices that honor you. If you’re in that moment where you’re leading up to something sexual or otherwise unhealthy, and something starts nagging at you like, I don’t really want to do this, but I don’t want to look like a prude/disappoint anyone, listen to it. Say, “you know what? I’m not ready for this.” So what if the guy or a peer is disappointed? You made a choice that honored you. When you’re 15, you’ll go out with a guy a couple years older who will be mad (or embarrassed?) that you didn’t have sex with him so he lied and told people you did. When you hear the rumor, you’ll catch him in the hallway, pull him by your locker and say, “you better tell people the truth, or I’ll just tell everyone you had a really, really small…” Guess what? Things got better.

5. Continue to invest time in activities that light you up and get you excited. You will do that with theater and writing and art throughout your high school experience, but you’ll push those passions aside in favor of a more practical path once you enter college. Hey, you come from a long line of hard workers who tow that heavy line into the sweet shores of responsible career choices and savings accounts. That’s not a bad thing. It’s just...if the world could deliver me a time machine where I could go back to you as a teen, then instead of merely dipping our toes into la vie boheme, we would wade up to our middle, take a long swim, and then decide.

Thanks, Jennifer!

Flash Giveaway: In honor of Jane Porter's Christmas at Copper Mountain

christmas-at-copper-mountainGiveaway: $10 Starbucks gift card & some Christmas goodies in honor of the release of Jane Porter's novella, Christmas at Copper Mountain Bonus: Christmas at Copper Mountain is free on kindle today!

The scoop: Since the loss of her family in a plane crash, Harley Diekerhoff has led a quiet life and keeps to herself. Taking the temporary job at the Copper Mountain Ranch as widower Brock Sheenan’s housekeeper seems perfect for her. But her calm cocoon is invaded with the arrival of Brock’s pre-teen twins, Mack and Molly who’ve never experienced a proper Christmas and before she knows it, Harley’s determined to make their holiday perfect.

Annoyed at first by Harley’s interference, Brock is secretly pleased she’s changed Mack and Molly’s world. It doesn’t hurt that he finds Harley incredibly attractive, fierce, smart and passionate. It’s also an added bonus that she’s not afraid to challenge him and get his blood heated! But when sparks fly and the attractions sizzles between them, Harley’s not so sure she can handle something permanent with this dark, taciturn cowboy who doesn’t know how to let her in. But Brock is determined to hold on to her and praying for a Christmas miracle…

Our thoughts: Reading this felt like receiving an early Christmas present!

To be entered to win, leave a comment by Friday, December 5th at 12PM PST

Flash Giveaway! Holly Kingston's A Cinderella Christmas

A Cinderella Christmas book coverGiveaway: Two e-copies of A Cinderella Christmas by Holly Kingston The scoop: This laugh out loud romantic comedy is a Christmas cracker of a read!

This year’s Cinderella pantomime is the hottest production in town. What’s more, Lucy is starring alongside Ryan Aspall: famous TV actor, sex symbol and potential love of her entire life. One teeny problem – Lucy is tripping the light fantastic as … the back end of the comedy cow. Surely nothing kills a flirty moment quite like wearing a massive set of udders?

At least she has the support of glamorous (if potentially flammable) Charmaine; a reality star diva of a Cinderella, who Lucy is completely fascinated by. But behind the fame and beauty, Charmaine is not all she seems.

With more drama off the stage than on it, and everyone wanting to be star of the show, will Lucy find the confidence to make it out of the cow suit and into the spotlight this Christmas?

Our thoughts: The perfect winter read! Just in time for the holidays.

Where you can read more about Holly Kingston: On the Novelicious website!

Leave a comment to be entered to win. We'll select the winners on Thursday, December 5th after 12pm PST.

7 Seconds in Heaven with James Whitfield Thomson

Lies You Wanted to Hear by James Whitfield ThomsonOur guest today: James Whitfield Thomson Why we love him: His writing is haunting...

His latest: Lies You Wanted to Hear

The scoop: Alone in an empty house, Lucy tries to imagine the lives of her two young children. They have been gone for seven years, and she is tormented by the role she played in that heartbreaking loss. You can hardly see a glimpse of the sexy, edgy woman she used to be. Back then, she was a magnet for men like Matt, who loved her beyond reason, and Griffin, who wouldn't let go but always left her wanting more. Now the lies they told and the choices they made have come to haunt all three of them.

With shattering turns, Lies You Wanted to Hear explores the way good people talk themselves into doing terrible, unthinkable things. What happens when we come to believe our own lies? And what price must we pay for our mistakes?

Our thoughts: A major page turner!

Giveaway: One copy!  Leave a comment and we'll choose the winners after 3pm on Sunday, December 8th.

Where to read more about James: His website and Facebook.

LIZ AND LISA PRESENT...7 SECONDS IN HEAVEN WITH JAMES WHITMORE

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1. I kept journals for each of my three children for eighteen years. Like Lucy in Lies You Wanted to Hear, who writes letters in a bound journal to her missing children, I wrote to my own children, beginning when they were ages two, five and ten. I kept no schedule, just wrote about whatever seemed important at the time. I gave them the journals (about 275 handwritten pages each) on Christmas 2000, and they opened them and started reading at random. “Oh, my God, Dad,” said Kelly, laughing. “This is about the time I called you an asshole.”

2. I never give a piece of fiction a title until I’m finished with the first draft. Bit of superstition here. I used to make up titles when I was a young man but never wrote any stories. Now I do it the other way around.

3. Back when I was a navigator in the Navy (1968-70).  I made four Pacific crossings, navigating virtually the entire way by the stars. The instruments I was using then were much closer to those of Lord Nelson in 1780 than the equipment mariners have at their disposal today.

4. I’m an incurable insomniac. It’s not always pleasant, but some of my best writing gets done at three in the morning.

5. My head is filled with a ridiculous amount of trivia. True story. I was in a leather shop a few years ago talking to two clerks when a bearded fellow came in dressed in a fringed jacket and full hippie regalia. As the conversation quickly turned back to his heyday in Haight-Ashbury, someone mentioned the year 1967.  The fellow got a loopy grin on his face and said, “Back when people were free and music was music.” “Yeah,” I said, “and the number one song of the year was Sugar Shack.” Some of those songs from the ‘70s made their way into Lies.

6. I grew up with a mother, father, sister and brother.  By the age of 46, I was the only one still alive. That had a huge impact on how I’ve lived the last 22 years of my life.

7. I was a minor football star in high school, which earned me a bunch of recruiting letters and a few scholarship offers. But my most significant athletic feat was impressing my wife Elizabeth on our second or third date by walking across her backyard on my hands.

Thanks, James!

Why Bridget Jones is still my girl: A (sort of) book review by Liz

Mad about the Boy by Helen FieldingTruth: I almost didn't read the new Bridget Jones: Mad About The Boy. Sequels had a bad habit of letting me down.  And like any good woman, I hated that more than anything. So even though I was dying to revisit my effed up friend Bridget Jones, to see where life had taken her, I was afraid.  Afraid it would suck. Afraid Bridget would bug me. Afraid that I wouldn't find moments of brilliance between the pages of her diary again.

And then there was the backlash.  People saying it was terrible. That Bridget had lost her heart. Everyone all pissed off that Helen Fielding had killed off Mark Darcy. (No spoiler alert needed, right?  Don't we all know this by now?) Even as I turned the first pages, I almost found myself finding reasons not to like it--judging her for being an unfit mother, for her dating choices, for being obsessed with texting and Twitter.

But as I delved deeper into the book, I started to remember all the reasons why I loved her--why we all had fallen in love with her in the first place. When the book picks up, things haven't exactly turned out the way we thought they would for Bridget. She's trying to pick up the pieces of her life after losing her greatest love, the one man she felt would ever "get" her. She's trying to find herself again. And in classic Bridget fashion, she's a hot damn mess.

I've always believed that deep down inside, there was a little bit of Bridget in all of us--that we're all just struggling to keep our shit together, some better than others.  Bridget reminds us it's okay not to be perfect--she may take it to the extreme, but the message is still the same: let's not take ourselves so damn seriously. Her honesty about love, parenting and aging will make some people uncomfortable for sure, (um helloooo, have you seen the angry Amazon reviews?!) but at least she's putting it out there.  Fielding does a genius job of making us adore Bridget, even when she makes maddening choices. And in my experience as an author, that's a very difficult thing to do.

For me, reading Bridget Jones: Mad About The Boy was like having an drink with an old friend--it was funny, heartbreaking and loving all at the same time. I highly recommend putting the judgement aside and picking it up--and I dare you not to find a little piece of yourself in those pages.

Have you read it? What did y'all think?

 

 

Diary of a Debut: Lessons learned in the Big Apple +5 book giveaway!

I love New YorkOMG you guys...we seriously heart New York City! We just returned from a fantastic trip--we had a great time getting lost as hell (more on that later) as we ran to meetings with our publisher, editor, agent and some super cool fellow authors--all of us excitedly talking about the publication of our novel, Your Perfect Life in June (there was even some clapping involved!). The best news? We saw the cover! Y'all--it's absolutely perfect and we cannot wait to show you. (Soon, we promise!)

And just when we thought we knew everything about each other, even MORE things came to the surface of our ever-evolving friendship. Much like the characters in Your Perfect Life, Rachel and Casey, we discovered (without switching bodies!) that there are always more things you can learn--even about your best friend.

Some of you may recall our trip to the Big Apple back in May. Well, without rehashing it  (because you can read all about the dramz here) let's just say it was kind of a shit show. And even though we don't mind watching other people's shit shows on TV (helllooo Real Housewives of Beverly Hills), we don't really care for it in our own lives.

The real lesson we learned?  That sometimes you need to hit rock bottom so you can build your friendship back up.  That it will be stronger once you do and you'll appreciate it more than ever.  The bottom line? We aren't perfect, and our friendship certainly isn't either.  But we wouldn't have it any other way.

And to celebrate our fabulous trip to NYC and how excited we are that our book is being published by Atria and in honor of Thanksgiving and, well, because we love you, we are giving away a bundle of 5 books by some of our fellow Atria/Simon & Schuster authors! The First Affair by Emma McLaughlin and Nicola Kraus, Heart Like Mine by Amy Hatvany, The Best of Us by Sarah Pekkanen, The Next Best Thing by Jennifer Weiner and Forever Interrupted by Taylor Jenkins Reid. Just leave a comment to be entered to win. We'll select the winner on Sunday, December 1 after 3pm PST. xoxo

5 Lessons Liz & Lisa learned in NYC

1. Robots need love too

It's effing hard to be vulnerable. Especially now that we're forty. Talk about being set in your emotionally unavailable ways! But during a dinner that *might* have involved more cocktails than food, Lisa *might* have hugged Liz right there in the middle of The Dutch restaurant after Liz *might* have shed the first tear Lisa had seen from her since Bill Clinton was in office. And although Liz claims she hugged Lisa back, Lisa begs to differ. But it was still a hug and it was still a step. A step toward hanging up our hardware and embracing our inner softies.  And maybe even  finally abandoning our alter egos, Short Circuit and WALL E.

2. Separate hotel rooms are the key to...everything!

So who knew that this was the solution?  After we almost killed each other on the last trip-we decided a little space might do us some good.  And by space, we mean the half mile between our hotels.  At first, it felt odd, almost as if we were failing by not being able to spend 24 hours a day together for four straight days.  But when we realized how much more we LIKED each other after a twelve hour break each night, it was hard not to argue that it was the best effing decision we had ever made, not counting when we decided to get rid of our unibrows and start plucking our eyebrows back in college.

3. We are NOT photogenic AT ALL Liz and Lisa in black and whiteSo we sort of already knew this, but, for some reason, we looked extra horrible in most of the pics we took on this trip.  Someone kept closing their eyes (Liz!). And someone else had runaway bride eyes (aka "crazy") in every other shot. (Lisa!) We ruined several great photo opportunities, including one while signing the Atria wall and another with Emma and Nicola, the fabulous authors of The First Affair. Even on the ladder in our agent's dazzling office, we couldn't get our shit together. And somewhere along the way, when the double filters stopped working (you know, when you put the photo through Instagram and then through Facebook editing too?) we gave up and started posting all of our pictures in black and white. #photofail

We finally realized the answer was to go to our beloved DryBar! After that we were instant supermodels! #drybarcustomersforlife

4. Neither of us has a freaking sense of direction!

Okay, so maybe this isn't the biggest revelation considering Lisa ONLY knew how to find places in Cali because she used the ocean as her guide. Don't even get her started on the eye rolls her husband still gives her four years after moving to the Midwest when she asks "which way is North again?" But still. We had our trusty apps that were SUPPOSED to help us, yet we STILL GOT LOST. Like when we went anywhere. And once, we even went to the wrong restaurant (turns out there were six locations) to meet someone. (Not sure we can blame that on Google Maps?) But the important thing we learned through this process is it doesn't have to lead to a murder on the corner of 47th and 7th. (See #5)

5. Pleasantries go a long way

We couldn't have a convo without biting at each other on our last trip to NYC.  This time?  We couldn't Not agree.  Lisa held the door for Liz, Liz let Lisa choose the restaurant.  "Whatever you want" became the catchphrase of our trip.  And for any of you that know us well, you know that is NOT something we usually say. Ever.

THANK YOU so much for following along on our journey and for understanding that we are human as we do it. Fights will happen. People will get lost. Bad photos will be the rule not the exception. But we're still doing what we love and that's what matters. And we couldn't do it without you! . We've only just begun this wild ride and look forward to you joining us all the way! #holdontoyourhats

xoxo

Mary Kay Andrews' 5 Firsts & Lasts

Christmas Bliss book coverToday's guest: Mary Kay Andrews Why we love her: Because she's Mary Kay Andrews! The best!

Her latest: Christmas Bliss

The scoop: ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and Savannah was breezy

But there's trouble afoot - and it's heading toward Weezie.

Seems BeBe’s been holding a big secret back

that would make Santa’s reindeer stop dead in their tracks.

Can these two best friends wriggle out of these twists?

Will they do it in time to ensure CHRISTMAS BLISS?

Our thoughts: Such a warm and cozy winter read--it feels like a blanket you wrap around yourself to keep warm during the cold weather!

Mary_Kay_Andrews_giveawayGiveaway: One copy of Christmas Bliss, a signed bookplate, a bookmark, a set of recipe cards and an ornament! (US only.) Just leave a comment to be entered to win. We'll select the winner on Sunday, December 1 after 12 pm PST.

Where you can read more about Mary Kay Andrews: Her website, Facebook and Twitter.

 

 

 

 

 

 LIZ & LISA PRESENT...MARY KAY ANDREWS' 5 FIRSTS & LASTS

Mary Kay Andrews author photoFIRST KISS: Hmm. I must have been a late bloomer, because the first one I recall was from my high school boyfriend. He was a sailing instructor and almost always had a blob of zinc oxide on his nose. He was very sweet—until he dumped me and broke my teenaged heart. I still think of him when I get a whiff of Brut aftershave.

LAST KISS: From my starter husband—of 37 years. After all these years he still revs my rockets.

FIRST BOOK: Probably a big Golden Book edition of SWISS FAMILY ROBINSON. It was wrapped up as a Christmas gift, but I found it early, slipped it out of the wrapping paper, read it and put it back. I remember being entranced with the castaway’s tree house, which started me on a life-long affair with houses—of all kinds.

LAST BOOK: MOONRISE, by Cassandra King, a contemporary re-telling of Daphne DuMaurier’s REBECCA, which is one of my favorite novels ever. Come to think of it, Moonrise, a spooky old mansion in Highlands, N.C.,  is Cassandra’s version of DuMaurier’s Manderley. See—still obsessed with houses after all these years.

FIRST RISK I TOOK: Going off to college to a school in a faraway state, that I’d never laid eyes on, where I didn’t know a soul. It was my 18-year-old attempt at independence. I was miserable at first, missing my then boyfriend, later husband, but I eventually made friends and discovered I liked being out on my own.

LAST RISK I TOOK: Leaving my long-time publisher and beloved editor. I’m a totally risk averse type, and hate change.  I agonized over the decision for weeks, and had many sleepless nights, but in the end, it was one of the wisest decisions I’ve ever made.

HELL YA MOMENT: First: Finally getting my driver’s license at the ripe old age of 21—my driver’s ed instructor terrorized me so badly I was probably the only kid in my high school graduating class to have to hitch a ride to school with my baby sister. When I finally did get my license—the summer before college graduation, I realized I loved being in the driver’s seat—literally and figuratively.

LAST HELL YA MOMENT: Figuring out how to add contacts to my new iPhone.

AHA MOMENT: Realizing I was in charge of my own success—or failure. And that if I didn’t believe in me, nobody else would either.

 

Thanks, Mary Kay!

 

Joshilyn Jackson's 5 Do's and a Do Over

Someone Else's Love Story by Joshilyn JacksonOur guest today: Joshilyn Jackson Why we love her: Her unique narrative is fabulous--we love it!

Her latest: Someone Else's Love Story

The scoop: Shandi Pierce is juggling finishing college, raising her delightful three-year-old genius son Nathan, aka Natty Bumppo, and keeping the peace between her eternally warring, long-divorced parents. She's got enough complications without getting caught in the middle of a stick-up and falling in love with William Ashe, who willingly steps between the robber and her son.

Shandi doesn't know that her blond god Thor has his own complications. When he looked down the barrel of that gun he believed it was destiny: It's been one year to the day since a tragic act of physics shattered his world. But William doesn't define destiny the way others do. A brilliant geneticist who believes in facts and numbers, destiny to him is about choice. Now, he and Shandi are about to meet their so-called destinies head on, making choices that will reveal unexpected truths about love, life, and the world they think they know.

Our thoughts:We loved this one--it was heartwarming and delighful!

Giveaway: TWO copies! Leave a comment and you'll be entered to win--we'll choose the winners on November 21st after 8am PST.

Where to read more about Joshilyn: Her website,

LIZ & LISA PRESENT....JOSHILYN JACKSON'S 5 DOS AND AS DO OVER

Joshilyn Jackson author photoDO try yoga. I was an obnoxious yoga poo-poo-er because I am pragmatic to the point of mental illness. Yoga seemed so … woo-woo.  Friends said it would help with my insomnia and lower my anxiety, and I’d mock them, saying, “Yes, let’s do yoga, and then I can eat a hemp rope salad as I ting my little finger bells. Later we can lick some healing quartz and prance around a tree.” Then I tried it, and what do you know? It lowered my anxiety and helped so much with my insomnia. It’s a beautiful discipline. I had to go back and apologize to about nine people.

DO join a book club. I did, just this year, and I can’t think why I didn’t before. It’s marvelous! The club’s picks push my reading boundaries, and I read deeply because I know I have to articulate my reactions to a lively crew of smarty-pantses. Also, we have cookies. Win-Win.

DO get into a relationship with an animal. Dog person, cat person, horse person, rat person---it doesn’t matter. You get a friend who won’t talk your ear off or judge you, and it is spiritually nutritious to act as a care-taker to a dependent creature.

DO pick the experience over the thing. New dishes or play tickets for you and your best friend? Tickets! You have plenty of shoes, so wear the old ones and take your sister out to eat at that new Persian place that serves food you can’t pronounce.  If your car can get you safely from spot A to spot B, why trade it in? Use it to drive someone you love to spot C, which neither of you has ever seen before.

DO tell your own love story. If you are in a relationship, and you want it to last, then formalize the tale of how you came together. Grow it between you by telling it back and forth, remembering all the best parts together. Connect his recollections to yours to find the version you can call “ours.” Immortalize the moment when you knew, when he knew, who knew first, who woke up to it later. Tell it to new friends. Retell it to old friends. Make it good---put in all the funny details, all the tiny, fated hinges that had to swing exactly when and how they did so you could find each other.  Make it one of your Go To “getting to know you” stories. Bring it out, all shiny and funny and sweet, and let it loose at parties. Let it become a large piece of your personal mythology. Telling it reminds you. It solidifies you. It defines who you are as a unit, binds you, and wards you against that small but deadly sin against love—taking your partner for granted.

DO over

I wish I’d learned earlier to ascribe the kindest possible motive to any inexplicable word or action in a social situation. People often speak before they think, and then realize what they’ve blurted out and die a thousand shame-deaths. I used to feel judged or attacked, but I care a lot less what people think of me these days. Not caring has let me see I was taking things personally that were just badly phrased or awkwardly timed. As for the few people who actually mean to be snide or petty? I’ve learned blithe, oblivious kindness is not the reaction they were hoping for, and it’s fun to thwart them by constantly assuming they couldn’t possibly be such jerks on purpose.

Thanks, Joshilyn!

 

Flash Giveaway: Sarah Jio's Morning Glory

Morning Glory by Sarah jioGiveaway: One copy of Sarah Jio's Morning Glory! The Scoop: New York Times bestselling author Sarah Jio imagines life on Boat Street, a floating community on Seattle’s Lake Union—home to people of artistic spirit who for decades protect the dark secret of one startling night in 1959

Fleeing an East Coast life marred by tragedy, Ada Santorini takes up residence on houseboat number seven on Boat Street. She discovers a trunk left behind by Penny Wentworth, a young newlywed who lived on the boat half a century earlier. Ada longs to know her predecessor’s fate, but little suspects that Penny’s mysterious past and her own clouded future are destined to converge.

Our thoughts: Another wonderful novel from Sarah--cozy up near the fire this winter and devour it!

Leave a comment to be entered--we'll choose the winners November 21st after 8am PST.

Allison Winn Scotch's 5 Fall Faves

The Theory of Opposites coverToday's guest: Allison Winn Scotch Why we love her: We've crushed on Allison since we read her novel, Time of My Life and found out these 25 things about her.

Her latest: The Theory of Opposites

The scoop: What happens when you think you have it all, and then suddenly it's taken away?

Willa Chandler-Golden's father changed the world with his self-help bestseller, Is It Really Your Choice? Why Your Entire Life May Be Out of Your Control. Millions of devoted fans now find solace in his notion that everything happens for a reason. Though Willa isn't entirely convinced of her father's theories, she readily admits that the universe has delivered her a solid life: a reliable husband, a fast-paced career. Sure there are hiccups - negative pregnancy tests, embattled siblings - but this is what the universe has brought, and life, if she doesn't think about it too much, is wonderful. Then her (evidently not-so-reliable) husband proposes this: a two-month break. Two months to see if they can't live their lives without each other. And before Willa can sort out destiny and fate and what it all means, she's axed from her job, her 12 year-old nephew Nicky moves in, her ex-boyfriend finds her on Facebook, and her best friend Vanessa lands a gig writing for Dare You!, the hottest new reality TV show. And then Vanessa lures Willa into dares of her own - dares that run counter to her father's theories of fate, dares that might change everything...but only if Willa is brave enough to stop listening to the universe and instead aim for the stars.

Our thoughts: This novel was so much fun! Definitely snap up your copy asap!

Giveaway: ONE copy. Just leave a comment to be entered to win. We'll choose the winner on Sunday, November 17th after 12pm PST.

Fun fact: Jennifer Garner's Vandalia film has optioned the rights to adapt The Theory of Opposites for the big screen!

Where you can read more about Alison: Her website, Facebook and Twitter. And be sure to check out her recent post over on Writer Unboxed about why she decided to "go indie" with this novel.

LIZ & LISA PRESENT...ALLISON WINN SCOTCH'S 5 FALL FAVES

Allison Winn Scotch headshot1. Memory

There is something about the scent of fall that reminds me of returning to college. I loved my four years there, though I am certainly aware that I view that time with nostalgic rose-colored glasses. But still. There was always an anticipation, an electricity of returning to campus; of unpacking my J.Crew fisherman sweaters; of hugging friends whom I hadn't seen or spoken to in months (this was before Facebook!); of strolling under the towering trees that lined my school's main walkway and just feeling…invincible. That's what those first few days back at school made me feel. Like this year, anything was possible. So that's a pretty hard memory to beat.

2. Favorite recipe

It's funny – I have never been a cook. I lived in NYC for almost 20 years, and honestly, I never found a reason to prepare anything when I could just as easily pick up amazing gourmet food in, like, five minutes. But we moved to LA last year, and suddenly, with the farmer's market at my doorstep and that sort of holistic-mentality everywhere (which I swore I'd be immune to!), I've learned to embrace cooking. Well, baking actually. I've become that person who bakes muffins for her kids just because, and trust me, it's as shocking to me as it is to them. Anyway, not that we have particularly cold days here in LA, but everything is relative, and when the temperature drops to below 65 (hee), I break out the muffin tin. Here's a lower-fat banana muffin recipe that I got from Cooking Light and have tweaked a bit, that I make a few times a week for their school snack. The recipe is originally for banana bread, and if you did the loaf, you'd bake it for longer…about an hour.

2 cups flour 3/4 teaspoon baking soda 1/2 teaspoon salt 1 cup sugar (I often mix brown and white) 1/4 cup melted butter 2 large eggs 1/3 cup plain low-fat yogurt (I use whatever my kids have in the fridge – often, strawberry or banana flavored) 3-4 ripe mashed bananas (I mash mine in my Vitamix) 1 tsp vanilla A bunch of spices – I shake in some cinnamon, nutmeg, and recently, pumpkin pie spice, which is AMAZING – just add in whatever you think sounds great Cooking spray

1.      Preheat oven to 350°. 2.      Lightly spoon flour into dry measuring cups; level with a knife. Combine the flour, baking soda, spices, and salt, stirring with a whisk. 3.      Place sugar and butter in a large bowl, and beat with a mixer at medium speed until well blended (about 1 minute). Add the eggs, 1 at a time, beating well after each addition. Add banana, yogurt, and vanilla; beat until blended. Add flour mixture; beat at low speed just until moist. Spoon batter into muffin tins coated with cooking spray. Bake at 350° for 25-30 mins or until a wooden pick inserted in center comes out clean. Cool 10 minutes in pan on a wire rack; remove from pan. Cool completely on wire rack.

3. Drink

This one is obvious, right? Does everyone say spiced apple cider? OMG. Yum. There are few things that are more representative of fall to me than hot cider. Okay, that's it. I have to go make myself a mug now.

4. Activity/hobby

Geez. I should say, like, apple picking or jam making or canning or something, should I? Or since I just bragged about my Betty Crocker-like skills, maybe it's pumpkin-pie making? Hmmm. Nope, none of those. Gosh, I'm stumped. One thing that I really do love to do, once the weather dips cooler, but not too cold (though I'm in LA now, who am I kidding), is to start taking longer runs outside. You know, right when the breeze hits that just-right temperature to push you out the door, even when you'd rather pull a blanket over you? Yeah, on those crisp, perfect days, I love to log in a good run. You hate yourself for doing it about 3/4 the way in, but your cheeks turn pink and when you're done, oh my god, you squint up at the sky and just think, "Hell yes." That's the perfect fall day.

5. Writing inspiration

I do always find it easier to write when the wind is breezy and the windows are rattling a little bit. Sort of like a bear in hibernation. You just want to stay inside and wrap yourself up in comfortable clothes and daydream. So I guess my writing inspiration in fall is just…fall. I hate winter, but fall goes down easy, you know? Everything is beautiful; the world is pretty marvelous; and life, until the temperature dips another 20 degrees, is pretty hard to beat.

Thanks, Allison!

Why I Still Watch Survivor (and why you should watch too) by Liz

Survivor.palau.logoThat's right bitches. I only have time to watch two shows these days. And one of them is Survivor. I could blame my husband.  I was ready to quit after the first All Stars, sick of Jeff Probst's smug commentary as contestants heaved their starving bodies over some poorly constructed wall to grab keys or puzzle pieces or whatever.  I mean, I can't even think straight if I skip Starbucks in the morning and feel uncomfortable if I'm wearing jeans that are too low-waisted. And these people are supposed to solve a complicated puzzle in their underwear while a well-fed Jeff Probst clamors on about how awful they're performing the entire time? I secretly removed it from the DVR season pass and prayed Mike wouldn't notice next season.

But he did.

So there we were again, watching people scared shitless when left stranded at something called Redemption Island. And the next season, again.  And again. Each time I tried to rebel, tried to read a book or fold laundry or wax my lip, do ANYTHING not to watch that first episode. But sure enough, it would suck me in, and soon I'd be hotly debating whether or not Russell was a hero or a villian and wondering why people can't figure out that when you start calling yourself the the leader or the swing vote, your days are numbered. Haven't they watched this at home? JUST LAY LOW PEOPLE!

Creepy Underwear Guy

And this season, Blood vs Water.  They've brought back former players in addition to one of their loved ones and pitted them against each other.  Two brothers with a rocky past. Two kick ass moms who are in better shape than their twenty something daughters.  That creepy long haired guy in his underwear that freaked me out the first time he was on. And as always, Jeff with his khakis and smug ass smile. (Damn him!)

Each week I find myself, sitting on the bed, yelling to Aras that the creepy underwear guy has it out for him, that he needs to stop running off and meditating and start playing the effing game. I'm angry at the ex-pro football player who gives off the douchiest vibe EVEH. And I mute the TV whenever his wife Monica incessantly goes on and on about something.  And I even shed a single tear when Kat bawled her eyes out, convinced that the boyfriend that she was leaving there (Hayden from Big Brother, another terrible show I'm addicted to...) was going to dump her for getting voted off. (The relationship sounds very solid, no?)

So, yes, I watch Survivor. And damnit, you should too. (Please! I need someone to talk with me about it!)

What show are you still holding on to?  Project Runway? Grey's Anatomy? #makemefeelbetter

 

 

 

Laura Spinella's 5 Fall Faves

Laura Spinella-Perfect Timing-coverOur guest today: Laura Spinella Why we love her: She writes great characters!

Her latest: Perfect Timing

The scoop: What’s a Jersey Girl to do when she moves to Catswallow, Alabama? Isabel Lang finds the answer in an unlikely bond with the musically gifted Aidan Roycroft. The two share everything from a first kiss to startling family secrets. But when Aidan is accused of a violent crime, the two flee to Las Vegas where Isabel’s future comes tumbling down.

Seven years later, the past is buried, including any relationship with Aidan. Isabel is busy running a radio station and closing in on commitment with Nate Potter, a guy who defines ideal. Life seems cozy until new station management demands a sudden-death ratings grabber, putting everyone’s future on the line. What should be a simple solution leads to a stunning revelation as Isabel is forced to call on the past and the only rock star she knows.

Our thoughts: Another winner from Laura--we think you'll love this one!

Giveaway: Two SIGNED copies!  Leave a comment and we'll choose the winners after 8am on Sunday, November 11th.

Where to read more about Laura: Her website, Facebook and Twitter.

LIZ AND LISA PRESENT...LAURA SPINELLA'S 5 FALL FAVES

Author Laura SpinellaFavorite memory

Hmmm, I guess I’m supposed to say the day my kids were born. I think it makes me a crappy mom if I don’t. But it’s not a favorite. I mean, those are cool memories, (don’t get me wrong, they’re exceptional kids) but it was also painful and messy and I didn’t look so great—really. I liked it much better after they returned the cleaned up babies. I liked it even more after they slept through the night. Realistically, I have a collage of favorite memories: the way the air smells in Bayport, my hometown. It’s on the Great South Bay, so it’s salty with a hint of marsh that’s really not terribly pleasant. Yet, it’s home. The noise on game day in Athens, Georgia—numerous memories are attached to that, not all of them printable. And I suppose, if a favorite memory requires sentiment, holding a fresh out of the box copy of my first novel, BEAUTIFUL DISASTER. There’s a lot to be said for something falling out of your brain and into a tangible book that makes it truly validating.

Recipe

My favorite would be the one where somebody else prepares it (preferably a 5-star chef) and then somebody else cleans up the mess.

Drink

Now we’re talking. I am an admitted wine lover… whore. Is there a difference? We actually belong to the Zagat wine club, so every 14 weeks they send a new case. It’s like a treasure chest delivered to your front door! After blowing through a case or two in less than the suggested14 weeks, I called to ask if we could switch to their 10 week wine club. The befuddled operator’s response? “Ma’am, we don’t have a 10-week club, but perhaps you should look into a 12-step program…”

Activity

Wait for it… wait for it… Are you watching me write? We’re you anticipating a different answer?

Writing inspiration

The rolled up sleeves of my OB-GYN’s dress shirt. Now, you may think this visual relates back to favorite item number one, or is simply twisted. It’s neither. It’s more a euphemism for the strikingly ordinary. I’ve always been hyper-tuned and unduly attracted to body language, mannerisms, repetitive phrasing, verbal ticks, clothing, facial expressions, the gait of a stride, etc… In certain instances these everyday things stick in my brain, and from there they begin to form characters.  For me, the character is the anchor and the story unfolds around him or her. In PERFECT TIMING, I had a picture of Aidan Royce, my protagonist, for years before I ever imagined his story. After a while, the other pieces and characters drift in from the edges and take their place.  Then, if I’m lucky, there’s a, “Well, what if…” moment, and we’re off!

Thank you so much to Liz & Lisa for letting me visit with Chick Lit is NOT Dead! It’s blogs like theirs that keep fingers typing and books rolling! Thank you, ladies!          

 

Kristina Riggle's 5 Fall Faves

The Whole Golden World book coverToday's guest: Kristina Riggle Her latest: The Whole Golden World (Out today!)

The scoop: Seventeen-year-old Morgan Monetti shocks her parents and her community with one simple act: She chooses to stand by the man everyone else believes has exploited her—popular high school teacher TJ Hill. Quietly walking across a crowded courtroom to sit behind TJ, and not beside her parents, she announces herself as the adult she believes herself to be.

But her mother, Dinah, wants justice. Dinah is a fighter, and she believes with all her heart and soul that TJ is a man who took advantage of her daughter. He is a criminal who should be brought to justice, no matter what the cost to his family.

Rain, TJ's wife, is shocked that her handsome, loving, respected husband has been accused of a terrible crime. But has her desperation to start a family closed her eyes to the fault lines in her marriage? And can she face the painful truths about herself and her husband?

Told from the perspectives of these three remarkable women, The Whole Golden World navigates the precarious territory between childhood and adulthood, raising questions about love and manipulation, marriage and motherhood, consent and responsibility. It's a novel both shocking and unforgettable in its power.

Our thoughts: A mesmerizing story, we highly recommend curling up by the fire with this book!

Giveaway: TWO copies. Just leave a comment to be entered to win. We'll select the winners on Sunday, November 10th after 12pm PST.

Fun fact: You can read an excerpt of The Whole Golden World!

Where you can read more about Kristina: Her website, Facebook and Twitter.

LIZ & LISA PRESENT...KRISTINA RIGGLE'S 5 FALL FAVES

Kristina Riggle author photoI love fall! Though, my husband always teases me that I love each season when it’s new. The beginning of winter excites me, too, but don’t ask me about winter come mid-March and I’m still stepping around slush piles up here in Michigan.

At I write this, though, the maple trees are just starting to blush red, and the chill in the air is a welcome balm after all those muggy summer days.

1. Memory

To me, fall means Halloween. Here are a couple of favorite old costume memories…

I borrowed a 1920s-style flapper costume from a girlfriend in high school to wear on Halloween. It was so short (of course! It was a flapper dress!) that my mom insisted I wear shorts under it. I took the shorts off the minute I was out of sight. Sorry, Mom.

My other favorite Halloween memory is borrowing a dance outfit from a different girlfriend, in middle school. She was a real dancer, who took classes and performed and everything. I even borrowed her tap shoes, and went around tap-tap-tapping through the halls in this hot pink, sequined, fringey outfit. It even came with a derby style hat, also sequined. I loved it. People kept asking me to dance, and I’d reply, “If I could dance, it wouldn’t be a costume.”

2. Favorite recipe

I’m not much of  a cook, but I have started a tradition where I bake a treat for my kids on the first day of school. This year, I’d just learned a neat trick for chocolate chip cookies: add some coconut. Not only is it tasty,  but the additional texture makes them come out extra thick and moist. So that’s my tip. Hardly groundbreaking I know, but like I said, I’m not exactly Top Chef fodder here.

3. Drink

Hot apple cider, even better with a bit of caramel in it. When I was pregnant for my second child, I used to stop at the coffee shop after every obstetrician appointment and treat myself to a giant caramel apple cider.

Oh, and Sam Adams Octoberfest. Yum.

4. Activity/hobby

Every year we take our kids to a local apple orchard for cider, donuts and a hay ride, and we’ve had great luck with finding a day to go when the weather is pleasantly cool and the sky is bright. Michigan is just gorgeous in the fall.

5. Writing inspiration

Between my own school memories and now sending my little kids off to school, fall always gives me a renewed sense of industriousness. Sure, summer is great with all the barbecues and vacations and the beach. However, just like how I love having parties -- but I love just as much when they’re over and we’ve cleaned it all up and gotten back to normal -- I appreciate the renewed focus on work. Especially since I love my work, which is writing books for you all to enjoy!

 Thanks, Kristina!

 

5 Things I'm (not so) thankful for by Lisa

Be thankful Happy November! Or in my house, Movember! It's a month of thanks and I have so many wonderful things to be grateful for. From my family to my friends, I could make a list a mile long. But I thought I'd have a little fun and share some of the things I am (and am not so) thankful for. Because sometimes, they go hand-in-hand.

1. I am thankful that...

Not only am I an anal retentive organizational be-yotch, but I married a man who likes shit just as buttoned up as I do. Take for example, our holiday bins. Yes, we have holiday bins. You should see them. They are glorious! From Thanksgiving to St. Patrick's Day and everything in between, every special occasion has its own clear plastic home, labeled and stacked accordingly.

Not so thankful for...

The fact that I walked into our workout room after hours of organizing our holiday bins and found myself momentarily confused. I said to the hubs, "What is this place?"

2. I am thankful for...

Blowouts...because they are just, well, the key to a happy life. (If mama's hair is happy, everyone's happy, right?)

Not so thankful for...

The hubs' reaction when I told him I hadn't washed my hair in six (okay, 7) days because I had gotten such an amazing blowout, er, that many days before.

3. I am thankful for...

Family game night. It's fun, it sparks my (uber) competitive side and I can drink wine while doing it.

Not so thankful for...

My inability to win. I can't even claim victory in Memory or Battleship. I am even embarrassed to admit I can't excel at Chutes & Ladders. (Hmm...maybe I should blame the vino?)

4. I am thankful for...

Mani pedis because they just feel so damn good. (Extra massage, please!)

Not so thankful for...

The fact that I cannot remember the last time I had one. Enter gnarly toe nails so bad they conjure the image of a wildebeest's hoof. I always said I would not be that mom whose "upkeep" would become virtually non-existent (the blowout was a fluke y'all!). But here I am--toe nails for days, a workout room I don't recognize and no one to blame (publicly) but myself.

5. I am thankful for...

My lifelong friendship with Liz and that I get to write books with her... But I'm most grateful for the fact that we do not look like this anymore! (See photo.)

Liz, Lisa and unidentified Disney character, circa 1991

Not so thankful for...

The fact that I only see her a few times per year. *Cue sobs. No wait, I don't cry. I'm a robot, remember?*

But seriously, VERY thankful this month--and always--and plan to appreciate it all--the good, the bad and the ugly! (Although I draw the line at my wildebeest feet!)

What are you thankful (and not so thankful) for?

 

Flash Giveaway: Sue Watson's Younger, Thinner, Blonder

Younger Thinner Blonder blook coverGiveaway: 1 signed copy of Younger, Thinner, Blonder by Sue Watson The scoop: Have you ever wondered what it's like to have everything?

Tanya Travis doesn't have to. As host of TV show 'The Truth with Tanya Travis,' she has glamour, luxury, success and public adulation while solving the problems of Britain's great unwashed every morning on her TV show. However, things are not all they seem and Tanya's life of designer kitchens, Prada handbags and myriad TV awards is as difficult behind the scenes as those of her TV show guests. Tanya is hounded by the press, constantly reading damning headlines about her own life, looks, and body. But when she reads about her partner's weakness for young blondes and problems mount on her show, Tanya's carefully constructed celebrity life begins to come apart at the seams. Her only lifeline is 'Celebrity Spa Trek' a reality show in the Himalayas 'Where bad celebrities go good.' But can clean-freak Tanya cope with no hot water, starvation, exhaustion, heartbreak and the sheer showbiz bitchiness of a celebrity trek through the Himalayas? Even with her relationship in crisis, cellulite on overdrive and career on the line, Tanya can't face the thought of prime time exposure with a desperate gaggle of C-List wannabes...but does she have a choice? A sharp, witty novel about our celebrity obsessed culture from the author of bestselling Fat Girls and Fairy Cakes.

Our thoughts: So much fun. Sue's books are the perfect escape after a long week. Happy Friday!

Where you can read more about Sue:  Her website, Twitter and Facebook.

Leave a comment by Sunday, November 3rd at 12pm PST to be entered to win.

 

Jane Porter Flash Giveaway!

Take Me Cowboy book coverToday's author: Jane Porter Why we love her: Because she's Jane Porter! Duh!

Her latest: Take Me, Cowboy

(Only .99, get your copy of Take Me, Cowboy >>)

The scoop: When Jenny Wright’s fiancé leaves her standing at the altar in a Vera Wang bridal gown she can’t afford, she’s humiliated and heartbroken. To have Marietta hero bull riding champ Colton Thorpe witness her shame makes the rejection even more devastating.

Jenny and Colton grew up in the same rough neighborhood and they both left home right after school to pursue big dreams. Now they're both back, with Colton as the celebrity chair for the 75th Copper Mountain Rodeo, and Jenny in disgrace. Sexy, rugged Colton didn't get to be a national champion by chance. He's a man that takes risks and goes after what he wants. During the rodeo weekend, Colton makes it clear he wants Jenny. Flustered but flattered, Jenny finds it difficult to resist his charm. But what happens when the rodeo ends and Colton leaves town? Will she dare to dream again?

Giveaway: A $10 Starbucks gift card + a signed copy of THE GOOD WIFE!

Where you can read more about Jane: Her website, Twitter and Facebook.

Leave a comment to be entered to win. We'll select the winner on Saturday, November 2nd after 12pm PST

Puppy Love by Liz

photo-11 My name is Liz, and I'm a animal-aholic.

Yes, it's true. I think I may have an addiction to cute furry things with four legs. (reptiles need not apply!)

I've been bringing home strays for as long as I can remember--whether it was a kitten I rescued from under a dumpster or a dog I chased down a busy freeway while wearing three inch heels, I've always desired to save every single animal. And considering we had two dogs, two mice and three fish, I was already well on my way! (Chickens and pigs, I'm coming for you next!)

In hindsight, the hubs should have known better than to send me solo to the pound with the kids.  I *may* have told him that we were just going to *look* at cats.  We had recently discovered some mice--and not the sweet little ones that ran nonstop on that kickass wheel in their luxury cage, but the kind that had gnawed their way into the rice krispies.  I used this tidbit of information to convince my husband that this meant we MUST immediately bring home the toothless, drooling tomcat that currently resided at the kids' music school. He countered with the idea of simply purchasing mousetraps, but I argued that getting eaten by a formerly homeless cat with no teeth would be a much more dignified way for a mouse to die.

He rolled his eyes. I chose to interpret this as agreement.

But alas, the homeless cat was nowhere to be found that week.  Or the next. So I packed the kids after school one day and headed to the shelter. Apparently, we had stumbled in during Catapooloza--cats were $5 each!  And the second was free!  I texted this discovery to the hubs.  He did not respond.

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But as we sauntered down the hallway to Cat Cottage, our eyes were drawn to a crying puppy curled up in her cage.  Most of her hair was missing and her eyes drawn and defeated. We crouched down to get a closer look-- it was clear that she had a terrible case of mange. Our last dog we rescued had also been mange-ridden, but not nearly as bad.  This poor pup was missing over half her fur and seemed severely malnourished. The kids eyes filled with tears and they named her Lily on the spot.

Needless to say, we never made it to Cat Cottage. I bought mousetraps on the way home.

Twenty five pounds and several overpriced vet visits later, Lily is finally starting to resemble the dog she was meant to be--she's transformed from a scared little girl who trembled as she gulped her food to a confident young lady who loves life and other dogs.  Her hair is almost grown back in, revealing an incredible golden coat that feels like silk when you rub her belly.

And we couldn't be happier.  The hubs has even gotten over the fact that I *may* not have officially *asked* him  before bringing Lily home.(Answer your texts, damnit!) And in return, Lily has stopped peeing on the floor each time he pets her.  Last week, our vet whispered in Lily's ear how lucky she is.  But I like to think that we are the lucky ones. (Except for the the two "presents" she left by my bedroom door this week--I could do without that...)

What about you?  Love animals? Have a good rescue story?  Tell me!

 

 

Snarky Mommy's 5 Fall Faves

Over My Dead Potty book coverToday's guest: Snarky Mommy (Amy Sprenger) Her latest: Over My Dead Potty

The scoop: If your potty training checklist includes training pants, flushable wipes, plastic tarps for covering furniture, a stack of US Weekly magazines and a case of wine, then this is the book for you.

The author of "BABY BUMPS: The Almost, Barely, Not-Quite True Story of Pregnancy, Bed Rest and One Bat Shit Crazy Family" and the award-winning blog "Snarky Mommy," Amy Sprenger is sure to have you howling with laughter and cringing in sympathy as she slogs through the toilet training trenches.

From unsuccessfully convincing her six-week-old baby to pee in a toilet to Cloroxing her own excrement-encrusted leg, Sprenger rolls with the punches and takes readers along for the ride.

Our thoughts: Aside from having the best. title. ever., it's one of the most hilarious books we've read in a while. Be prepared to laugh your ass off!

Giveaway: 2 e-copies. Just leave a comment to be entered to win. We'll select the winners after 12pm PST on Sunday, November

Where you can read more about Snarky Mommy: Her website, Facebook, Pinterest and Twitter.

LIZ & LISA PRESENT...SNARKY MOMMY'S 5 FALL FAVES

amy_sprenger_author_photoMEMORY:

Ironically, fall reminds me of my pregnancy with my first baby, Jack. In the beginning of October 2006, I had emergency surgery in the 20th week of my pregnancy to sew my cervix shut. My doctor strapped me to my bed for the next four months and I had only my TV and a window for entertainment. The view from my bed for the entire fall was of the tree across the street and I watched as it turned from green to yellow to orange to brown. I still look out that window from time to time, see that tree and am instantly transported back to the horrible fall full of bad daytime television and our never-ending home reconstruction project. Of course, the horrible fall turned into an amazing winter with the full-term birth of our healthy son. (You can read that whole saga in my first novel, Baby Bumps: The Almost, Barely, Not-Quite-True Story of Pregnancy, Bed Rest and One Batshit Crazy Family. http://www.amazon.com/Baby-Bumps-Not-Quite-True-Pregnancy-Batshit/dp/1937349446 )

RECIPE:

Nothing says fall quite like apples and I love making (and consuming) apple crisp. My kids also like making (and consuming) apple crisp, which is cute, but takes twice as long and means three times as much clean up.

Here's the recipe how we make it our house:

10 cups all-purpose apples, peeled, cored and sliced
1 cup white sugar
1 tablespoon all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
½ cup water
1 cup quick-cooking oats
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 cup packed brown sugar
¼ teaspoon baking powder
¼ teaspoon baking soda
½ cup melted butter
2 children fighting over who is able to stand RIGHTNEXT to Mommy on step-stools
1 child prostrate on floor screaming because she got shoved out of the way when trying to stand RIGHTNEXT to Mommy
1 glass wine (red or white) Directions
: Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degree C). Use nice Mommy voice to remind children not everyone can stand RIGHTNEXT to Mommy and everyone will get a chance. Tell 3-year-old she can not touch the oven; tell 5-year-old if she continues to shove her sister off the stool, she will not get to eat any apple crisp; tell 7-year-old to stop touching his sister.
Place the sliced apples in a 9x13 inch pan. Explain to 7-year-old that while you’re sure his knife skills are excellent, you will not be handing paring knives to anyone under the age of 30. Ask 5-year-old through gritted teeth to stop coughing on the pan of apples. Step over 3-year-old, who is still crying on the floor about the injustice of not standing RIGHTNEXT to Mommy. Mix the white sugar, 1 tablespoon flour and ground cinnamon together, and sprinkle over apples. Try to make sure each child has a turn to put an ingredient in the bowl. Pour water evenly over all ingredients. Pour wine into glass, but do not consume as 3-year-old has to go potty. Admonish the other two sous chefs not to touch anything when 3-year-old insists, “Mommy wipe me!” Physically hold 3-year-old at sink to ensure she washes her hands. Wash your own hands twice for good measure. Return to kitchen and find 5-year-old with her face in the pan of apples “smelling them.” Weigh chances of contamination, but consider them nil after heat of baking.
Combine the oats, 1 cup flour, brown sugar, baking powder, baking soda and melted butter together. Referee resulting fight after 7-year-old grabs the baking powder out of turn. Consume wine in one gulp, then crumble ingredients evenly over the apple mixture. Consult clock and decide it is definitely not too soon for a second glass of wine. Pour another. Calm hysterical 3-year-old down after she claims injustice in amount of helping allowed. Look up to see 5-year-old leaving the bathroom without washing her hands. Physically lead her to the sink and show her where the  soap is kept, because she has clearly never used this bathroom in her life. Wash own hands again because, eww, you were just in the bathroom and who knows what those kids have touched?
Place pan in oven after screaming, “GET AWAY FROM THE OVEN! I HAVE TOLD YOU A MILLION TIMES TO STAY AWAY FROM THE OVEN!” Bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for about 45 minutes. Consume second glass of wine while listening to children whine, “When will it be ready?” every 15 seconds for 45 minutes. Serve with ice cream to two of three children after one was sent to bed without dessert privileges for punching a sibling in the kidneys. Eat half the pan alone after children have gone to bed.

DRINK:

I recently made the most ridiculously awesome Apple Pie shots for a pub crawl we hosted with friends. The recipe calls for heating a gallon of apple juice and a gallon of apple cider with six cinnamon sticks. Once it reaches a boil, turn off heat and add a bottle of Everclear. Oh yes, Everclear. The whole bottle. We're kicking it college-style up in here. Pour mixture into insulated thermoses and serve as shots. (Please note, when friends ask what is in this toasty deliciousness, smile demurely and claim they're really weak and girly. Your friends will curse you the next morning after consuming multiple shots.)

ACTIVITY:

My favorite fall activity is avoiding the cold. As we live in Chicago, fall goes one of two ways: 80 and sunny or 30 and raining. There is no in between. Last year, I wept with joy one Saturday when I realized my daughter's soccer game was at a field directly next to the parking lot. I sat in the warm car and when she scored a goal, I jumped out and screamed and clapped. After giving her big thumbs up, I got back inside the car. Seriously, there was no reason for us to both stand around in the cold and she was staying warm running around. I sacrificed my nether regions to push this child out, I'm not sacrificing my toes to frostbite in October.

WRITING INSPIRATION:

I love to eavesdrop on other people to steal snatches of conversation for works in progress. I'm currently writing my third book, "Yes Mommy" about the month I stopped saying no to my kids. yes, (I am an insane person.) I often write at my local Starbucks and with the weather getting cooler, people spend more time indoors, which results in even more conversations for me to listen in on. Last week I heard one college girl say to another, "He's Czech and Mexcian, so we call him the Czechixan!" if I can't find a way to work that into some upcoming work, I don't deserve to call myself an author.

Thanks, Amy!

Jennifer Weiner's latest Halloween eShort story!

Jennifer Weiner's Disconnected book coverToday's author: Jennifer Weiner Her latest eShort story: Disconnected

The scoop: Shannon Will is nearing thirty and has already made six trips to rehab (not that anyone's counting). But this time, she swears, will be different. She'll clean up her act, go to meetings, find a sponsor, make a clean break with her past -- starting with a new phone number.

But old ties aren't so easy to sever. When Shannon's new phone starts getting messages she was never meant to see, Shannon has to decide whether to risk getting involved, or stay safely disconnected.

Gripping, suspenseful and smart, DISCONNECTED is a riveting tale of addiction and obligation, secrets and redemption.

Our thoughts: Love her Halloween-inspired eStories! The perfect fun read to kick off Halloween week!

Fun fact: This year's eShort story has a special treat -- it features a character that will make an appearance in Jennifer's highly anticipated forthcoming novel, All Fall Down, coming this April 1st, 2014.

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