My parents still live in Paducah, Kentucky in the same house I grew up in. I was never The New Kid on the Block . But today, I find myself in that precarious position. I might as well tell you right up front that I’m shy. Oh, not once we’ve met. I can talk the leg off a bar stool after I’ve made its acquaintance. But, I’m a little out of my comfort zone making the first move. Still, I want you to like me, so here goes.
I’m a romance author. I currently have two books on the market. The Timestone Key is an Arthurian romantic fantasy released in ebook form by Lyrical Press. His Hotness is a romantic comedy released in print and ebook forms by The Wild Rose Press. Both are currently available at Amazon, B&N online, the publishers’ websites, as well as various other online bookseller sites. For blurbs and excerpts, visit my website: www.pamelahearon.com. I recently signed my first contract with Harlequin, and my SuperRomance Out of the Depths is scheduled as an August release.
But, on this blog, everybody’s a writer, so I need to tell you things that will give you insight into my personality so we can be lifelong friends, right? Try one of these: I love animals. I love to travel. I have a large perennial flower garden. I play the dulcimer. One of my favorite activities is geocaching. I’ve ziplined and parasailed. Hot onion rings dipped in a hot fudge milkshake makes my tastebuds happy. I have an aversion to pretzels. In fact, I can throw up just thinking about the skinny stick ones. For some reason, I associate them with measles. I’ve see Dr. Zhivago 26 times (and read the book).
Anything grab your attention yet? Sheesh! You’re a tough crowd. Okay, just a few secrets to make things more intimate between us. I used to be a clogger in a dance group called The Polka Dot Kids. My tear ducts used to stop up and I could make them whistle. I’m addicted to computer and video adventure games that require me to solve logic puzzles to open the next level.
Oh, all right. You want the stuff that’s way out there, don’t you? The stuff that could land me on David Letterman’s Stupid Human Tricks. <sigh> Well, okay. But you can only read it if you promise to reciprocate with your own.
Remember—this is just between the two of us.
I can gargle “Swanee River” and it sounds really cool if I put a microphone against my throat while I’m doing it.
Okay … your turn!