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The wonderful story that I've been working on with Ted Naifeh is getting close to done. One of the bonuses of working with Ted is that he's a brilliant illustrator and therefore I anticipate a great cover. He's the man behind this cover for my good twin, Adrianne Ambrose:

Confessions of a Virgin Sacrifice

(Okay - I meant to put the actually image here rather than the link, but can't find it. Probably on my computer that crashed. !@#%#^!&*!^@#!!!)

Anyway, Ted is working on preliminary sketches and here's the first thing he roughed out:

Sexy Boys - Hot Covers - Vampires

Do you enjoy stories with handsome young men doing heroic things? Do you enjoy stories about vampires? Do you enjoy stories with some hot vampires and some not?

(Okay - these questions are starting to get a little random - Anyway...)

The Urchin: Plague of Vampires has a new, super hot cover. I absolutely love it. (Loved the old one too, but this has more of a "Meow" factor.)

To celebrate the launch of this new sizzle, The Urchin: Plague of Vampires is on #SALE on Amazon Kindle for only 99 cents. (Good value, if I do say so myself.) Check it out:

Live Entertainment

My husband and I were out to dinner the other night. We were half way through our meal when a couple was seated next to us. My first impression was that it was early on in their dating life and they were excited to see each other again, but not intimate yet. His conversation starter for the evening was, "Which sports teams do you follow?" (Seriously? That's your go to second date question?) She said that she didn't really follow sports and only watched a game when she was invited to a party for the Super Bowl or such. Undaunted, he followed that up with, "Well, what sports did you play in high school?" She admitted that she didn't play any sports in high school. He persisted with, "Then what sports did you play as a kid?" The poor girl had to confess that she'd never played any sports. She had some kind of vision problem when she was a child and had to wear an eye patch. A ton of kids made fun of her so the doctor suggested she wear a sticker over the eye patch to make it cool. You could tell it was a childhood trauma for her and she was feeling really nervous because she just kept going on and on about the eye patch and he just kept becoming less and less enthusiastic about the date.

Suddenly I felt like I was watching a live version of The Mindy Project and I just wanted to shout at her, "Stop talking about the eye patch!" And I also wanted to yell at him about his weird sports obsession. Ask out a man if you want to talk sports all night.

As we walked home, I brought up the couple's conversation to my husband. He said, "I thought the whole eye patch thing was kind of endearing." And that's why I married him.