Harlequin

My first ‘kiss’ for Harlequin comes out in time for Valentines Day next year. It got me thinking about first kisses...

I had two first kisses. The true first doesn’t count because I wasn’t a particularly willing participant and it wasn’t much of a kiss, frankly. It was more of an initiation and the kiss-er didn’t seem much more enthused about the task than the 13 year old kiss-ee.

So scratch that one. Instead, I’d like to share with you the story of my first real kiss. One that counts. Nearly a quarter-century ago now (oh, boy, that hurts).

We all have temptations that we can't resist. For some it's as harmless as a piece of chocolate cake, for others it's as risky as a romp in public. Some of us give into temptation, others resist. What do you do?

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Jayne

I received a clothing catalog last week and opened it expecting to see the usual too tight tops, too short sweaters, crop pants. In my day we called any pants that hit above the ankles “floods,” so I do have a slight aversion to crop pants.

Caught By Surprise
By Samantha Hunter

I wanted to update you and share information about the launch of Harlequin Teen.

The other night I was writing the Nocturne BITE due, uh, tomorrow!  Clean House was blaring on the television in the background. They’re searching for the messiest house in America. Love that show, because it makes me feel good about my house, especially when I’m on deadline. I look at the clutter on that show and chortle, “Ok, now I don’t feel so guilty about my rabbit farm of dust bunnies.”

I’m writing and glancing up to see Niecy Nash in the woman’s kitchen, which looks like last year’s dinner got lost somewhere between the stove and the fridge. Then Niecy sorts through items in the kitchen for the yard sale (there’s always a yard sale to get rid of items the homeowners loathe to part with, but must).  Niecy combs through a box and says, “You have books in your kitchen.”