What's Meant To Be Will Always Find A Way...

What's meant to be will always find a way.

Ever read "Lightning" by Dean Koontz? That was my favorite book twenty years ago. The message was: Mother Nature finds a way to correct her mistakes.

This is exactly what happens in my Demon realm. Enishka, the demon lord, has hidden half-bred eggs in their version of Hell - what we call Earth.

Imagine growing up being different. Never fitting in. Hiding secrets, like that of unnatural powers growing inside you, because you know it isn't normal. Fighting the dark side within you, the one that tempts you when a spectacular male walks by. That makes your heart race, your breath catch, and flutters grow in your belly.

When you get a slight whiff of his cologne.

The darkness that makes you want to rip his shirt off when you discover it's barely held together with snaps, not buttons.

When his chest is so temptingly tanned you want to run your hands over the ridges of muscle.

Has it ever happened to you? Be careful, ladies. You might be...Demoness. Hidden on Earth for ulterior purposes.

To breed demon seeds.

(Apparently I should be writing, not blogging)

Sick?

I'm convinced I have Swine Flu. I'm not even sure what the symptoms of the swine are.

It couldn't be that Saturday night I drank too much and danced all night with a cute cover model that makes me salivate when I think of him.

It couldn't be altitude and humidity change.

It couldn't be that I had a serious lack of sleep from getting up early to catch a plane, and couldn't sleep on the plane because of the masses of children on the flight from hell, all throwing stuffed animals and pacifiers back and forth.

It couldn't be that I had critique at Melissa's house - which we haven't done in a month or two - and that I'm highly allergic to cats, which she has.

Now that I think about it, my symptoms are strangely similar to my cat allergies - listless, drainage, sore glands, upset stomach from the drainage. Constant whining about life in general, kids in general, and the bastard ex.

In fact, Cover Model recently went through a divorce. Just like I'd said in the beginning, he said "I'll never get married again." I told him one year would make a difference, in one year you'd say, "Well maybe if the right person came along." But then I get home and I think "Hell, he was so right."

And I just don't do well with being sick. I never, ever get sick.

So I called my friend, Sin:

"I have Swine Flu."

Her response?

"Oh, quit swining."

The Secret

Ahh, fresh love. It starts out the same. Texts. Phone calls. Love messages. I use his name or his birthday as my passwords.

When it ends, it's a pain in the *ss. I'll log onto something and slap my forehead when I have to sign "Shawn" to get on. Or Dean. Or Randy. Or 03281974.

So I run through and change the passwords. But that's not enough, there's still little reminders. Pictures need to be overturned. Emails need to be moved to a folder where they're not constantly visible with his sign in address. His name needs to be ejected from the contact list.

That's important, isn't it? All reminders need to be gone. It's not painful to see reminders, don't get me wrong. It's just not completely finished if you've left something out. Clean out the old stuff, so you can make room for the new.

That's the secret. Wonder what my next password will be? Keen? Jesse? The Divas are laughing, I can tell.

V O T E !!!

I'm on here this morning early to remind everyone I know of the importance of Voting today in the Presidential election.

There are three things we Americans love to gripe about... the weather, sports, and -- of course! -- politics.

The right to gripe about all three must be earned -- the first by virtue of where we live. The second by virtue of which teams we support. And the third -- by far the most important -- by virtue of casting our vote in support of the politicians we believe in.

Now, I wouldn't presume to tell you WHO to vote for...I believe strongly that's a personal decision. A decision of your conscience. One you have to live with. [Well, in person I probably would - I've been accused of being a bit bossy before...]
:-)

But I DO presume to tell you to drag your butt down to your nearest polling place today. I don't care if the lines are long. Voting is a right, a responsibility, a priviledge. It is a cornerstone activity of being an American.

And whoever wins -- your guy or the other guy -- by voting, you've secured your right to complain about every action for the next four years!!!

Happy Voting Day, everyone!!!

Now... shut down your computer and GO VOTE!!!!!

New Agent for a Diva

One of the Divas has a new agent! Diva in the best sense of the word, of course, because it's one of the Soapbox Divas!

Kirsten Richard is now represented by Kimberly Whalen of The Trident Agency!

Stop by her website - http://www.kirstenrichard.com/ to see more about her wonderful romantic suspense stories. Or friend her on MySpace at http://www.myspace.com/authorkirstenrichard .

Congratulations, Kirsten!!! Rena and I are both totally proud of you!!!

It's contest time again!

It's CONTEST TIME again!

As I mentioned on my website a couple of weeks ago, I have in my hot little hands the Advance Reader Copies of A Highlander of Her Own and now it's time to get them in the hands of THREE lucky readers! We're going to run three separate contests between now and January 15 so that you have three opportunities to win your very own advance copy of A Highlander of Her Own.

Let's get started...

For the first contest, simply tell me where you go to find out about what new romance books you want to read next. Do you have a couple of blogs you read faithfully? Do you get your suggestions from some favorite review sites? Or do you wait for your monthly copy of a review magazine? Whichever it is, I'm interested in knowing! And to thank you for sharing the info, I'll enter your name in the first drawing to be held on November 15, 2008.

How do you enter?

Simple! Send an email to Melissa@MelissaMayhue.com with the following information:

1. Your Name

2. Your Email Address

3. Name and/or web address of blogs/review sites/magazines you use to help you make your reading/buying decisions

4. Whether or not you'd be interested in seeing a list of everyone's suggestions at the end of the contest. [Don't worry, I'm not listing your comments individually...Suggestions will be grouped together, ie: 25 readers check RT magazine, 12 readers browse their local Borders... ]

We'll do a new contest each month [October, November, and December] leading up to the release date, January 27, 2009. If you don't win, you can enter again!

Yes! That means three opportunities to win a copy of the next book BEFORE anyone else gets to read it!!

The next contest will begin on November 16, and since we'll be fast approaching holiday season, I'm thinking that particular contest will have something to do with favorite holiday recipes...

Don't forget to sign up for my newsletter so you don't miss out on contest starts and other news!

Until next time -

- Melissa

What's your sign?

One comment I made today got me thinking.
"I don't feel like a Taurus."
And I really don't. Isn't a Taurus bull-headed? Why, I can't be. Taureans are supposed to be full of beauty. Just like Kirsten. Kirsten is a Taurus, she's full of grace. Hmm. I missed the Grace Line when they were passing that attribute out. So maybe my mom was wrong. Maybe i was born later. Or earlier. Just not in May.
There are some times when I'm so tired I can't think. I KNOW I should be writing. Every spare moment counts. If my baby is playing outside or happy with friends or doing her homework, I have to use those few minutes writing.
So here I sit, staring at a computer screen, because I know I should be writing. But I'm too damn tired to be creative. I stare at my characters and wonder, "What the hell are they doing next?" I've now been staring for 2 hours. TWO WASTED HOURS.

Oh, wait. Sigh. That was the "stubborn" attribute for a Taurus, huh?