You know...when I started this war of words with Ally & Trish I thought for sure I would smoke them. I mean, I have a sexy Frenchman and a saucy Latina. No competition.
But then, life happened. I got the green light on the book the DAY my folks were heading back after entertaining my kidlets for Spring Break. Then Hubba Bubba became enamored with work and started to live in his little cubicle. Then my go-to brother up and bought his new bride a place to live and got all busy with moving into a place with an actual kitchen (The other brother and I have doll house sized kitchens, so we are pea green with envy that he was smart enough to find a place where he could turn around without ramming the fridge. Come to think of it, I bet it was the bride who figured that out.) Other brother has a job and a wife, hence he can't stare at the dervishes during the day. My cousin with the equally whirling small boy is in England, so no help there. And my mother-in-law hurt her back. See? The boys are all mine!
Now... my mission... and I have no choice but to accept... write a fun and flirty while emotionally intense book while keeping one eye on Trouble and the other on More Trouble. Wait, where is my eye for the screen?