Love, Lust, and Deb Tawna’s MAKING WAVES! (Giveaway!)

I was raised by romance novels. Not literally. I mean I do have actual parents. But I grew up reading them. I started out with the Sweet Dreams series, which had covers like this one (and according to the Wikipedia article, models included Diane Lane and Courteney Cox – don’t you love Wikipedia?), and gave me a very skewed view of teen romance. Or maybe I was just choosing my…

Tuesday, August 2, 2011
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Deb Tawna’s dreams might get her arrested in some states

I’ve always envied people who dream about fun things like flying or showing up naked to work. Though my dreams start out normal, there’s usually a point where my subconscious shifts and says, “You know what would make this dream about browsing the library even better? Gnomes! And let’s line the floor with Pop-Tarts. And what if all the books grew wings and started flying around sqwaking about a shoe…

Friday, July 22, 2011
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Deb Tawna is a sucker for a sexy voice

If you told me to name my top three turn-ons, I wouldn’t need to pause for breath before answering. Great hands. Nice smell. Sexy voice. The latter is a big one for me, and I’m staggered to learn some women are capable of hearing Jason Mraz sing “After an Afternoon” without spontaneously dropping their panties. Years ago, I worked for the marketing department of a large corporation. My job required…

Friday, July 15, 2011
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Deb Tawna is making the best of her new freedom

Earlier this year, I got a wallop of freedom I wasn’t looking for when my husband of 13 years decided he wanted to split up. I haven’t blogged much about it, mostly because I write romantic comedy and…uh, well, divorce isn’t very romantic or funny. But I’ve been muscling through like always, and am actually doing great now. One advantage of my new freedom is that I’ve acquired a surprising…

Friday, July 8, 2011
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Deb Tawna’s lists leave something to be desired

Right now, I’m in New York City for my first ever national convention of the Romance Writers of America. In addition to packing an assortment of fancy dresses and more shoes than any human could possibly wear in a week, I also brought a ridiculous collection of technological gadgetry. I have with me a camera, an iPod, a laptop, an iPhone, and a Kindle. Several of those devices can not…

Friday, July 1, 2011
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Deb Tawna sometimes runs on heavy fuel

From the moment I glanced at this week’s topic, “fuel for writers,” on Monday morning, I’ve had Dire Straits’ 1991 tune “Heavy Fuel” stuck in my head. In it, the band extols the virtues of cigarettes, hamburgers, scotch, lust, money, and violence as a means of fueling yourself. Though I’m pretty sure the song is meant to be ironic, I’ll admit I gain a good bit of writerly inspiration from…

Friday, June 24, 2011
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Deb Tawna wants to be a beach read

I always wanted to be a beach read. Well, not me personally. My book. When I first began writing Making Waves, it was in the back of my head like a chant: Beach read! Beach read! Such a fun beach read! I’ve never been one of those writers who wanted to craft profoundly moving prose with a deep moral message. I wanted to make people laugh. I wanted to titillate….

Friday, June 17, 2011
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Deb Tawna isn’t well acquainted with the silver screen

I don’t watch a lot of movies. I know that sounds snobby, especially when I add that I strongly prefer reading books. It really isn’t some high-minded literary thing, I swear. It’s more an issue of attention span and the fact that I don’t have one. Books keep me engaged because I’m an active participant, but sit me down in front of a movie and I guarantee at least 50%…

Friday, June 10, 2011
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Deb Tawna’s pets have big ideas

I’m certain my pets are full of big ideas. It’s obvious in the way my dog will perk up her ears and trot suddenly out of the room like she just remembered she has an important meeting to attend. Or maybe she was struck by a brilliant thought about the best method for removing fuzz from her tennis ball. Alas, I’ll never know. I can’t read animal minds, which is…

Friday, June 3, 2011
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Deb Tawna sucks when it comes to goals

When I was eight, my parents signed me up for a soccer team. I’m certain the coach explained the fundamentals of the game, but equally certain I was too busy picking dandelions to listen. I had a dim notion I was supposed to kick the ball toward the goal, but it wasn’t until my teammates began screaming at me during the first game that I learned it made a difference…

Friday, May 27, 2011
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