Summer of Love

I always wished I could have been a young adult during the 1960s. I love 60s fashion, music, and, most of all, I regret not having been able to experience that whole summer of love thing where there was all that free loving.

But I am not one to let go of dreams, so I have made this my summer of love. 

That’s right, you guys, I have totally been blogging around. 

Right now I am with two other bloggers: 

At Kelly Polark’s blog, there's a great picture of me and Bob Dylan, and I reveal how the man considered the best songwriter of all time grammatically undermined our nation.

At Shelly Morales’s blog, La Tejana, I explain why I became such a crazy grammar lady.

And, I’m not ashamed to say that there have been others. MANY OTHERS. Thus far, the following bloggers have been so gracious as to let me post on their blogs in order to promote my book: 

Theresa Milstein at Tales of Teaching Tribulations andTyping Teen Texts

James Garcia Jr. at Dance on Fire

Terra Shield at Raconteur-esque Scribblings

Sara DiVello at Inadvertent Yogini

The Late Phoenix

AND … I even have someone over at my place: E.J. Wesley. His new book sounds amazing:

“Some folks treated the past like an old friend. The memories warmed them with fondness for what was, and hope for what was to come. Not me. When I thought of long ago, my insides curdled, and I was left feeling sour and wasted.”

Jenny Schmidt is a young woman with old heartaches. A small town Texas girl with big city attitude, she just doesn’t fit in. Not that she has ever tried. She wears loneliness like a comfy sweatshirt. By the age of twenty-one, she was the last living member of her immediate family. Or so she thought…

“We found my ‘grandfather’ sitting at his dining room table. An entire scorched pot of coffee dangled from his shaky hand. His skin was the ashen gray shade of thunderclouds, not the rich mocha from the photo I’d seen. There were dark blue circles under each swollen red eye. A halo of white hair skirted his bald head, a crown of tangles and mats. Corpses had more life in them.”

Suddenly, instead of burying her history with the dead, Jenny is forced to confront the past. Armed only with an ancient family journal, her rifle, and an Apache tomahawk, she must save her grandfather’s life and embrace her dangerous heritage. Or be devoured by it.

BLOOD FUGUE by E.J. Wesley, is the first of the MOONSONGS books, a series of paranormal-action novelettes. At fewer than 13k words, BLOOD FUGUE is the perfect snack for adventurous readers who aren’t afraid of stories with bite. Available wherever fine eBooks are sold September 2012. 

And look at the beautiful cover:

It’s a total blorgy (blog orgy)!

P.S. Winner for my Why Grammar Is Important Give-Away will be announced next week. Click here if you'd like to vote.