So this week has been filled with, like the title says, a little bit of everything. I usually am not huge on tooting my own horn, but I’ve gotten sent this from a bunch of people, so I thought I’d share, ’cause I’m sort of proud of it. This came through in the Romantic Times Newsletter:

Elizabeth Boyle is our lead Clubhouse for September. We were inspired by our senior historical romance reviewer, Kathe Robin, who read her latest book, TEMPTED BY THE NIGHT, and immediately called us to rave about it. We just love it when a book grabs our reviewers’ attention! In her relatively short career, which began in 1997, Boyle has been nominated for an RT award every year and in many cases she has won. She is an amazing talent.

Yeah, and I didn’t put that “amazing talent” part in, those are their words. But blessings on Kathe Robin, who has been so kind and so generous over the years with her reviews of my books. She’s been one of those wonderful partners in this career of mine, always giving such wonderful words of praise and urging people to give me a try. Besides, I’ve been a little nervous about Tempted by the Night since I wrote it. It’s just not my usual book, at least I don’t think so, but I loved writing it and it was a story that had been burning a hole in the back of my brain since I wrote His Mistress by Morning. So it was gratifying to see such a nice plug for it and I hope you give it a try and find it fun. Or even amazing.

Now on to the rest of the week. I am still writing on Pippin’s book and am about 50 pages from finishing the draft. For those of you who are also writing on The Plan, I’ll have you know I’m only about a week off from my intended schedule, but in good shape for making my August 1st deadline. But that really isn’t what I wanted to tell you, rather I wanted to let you know that I am still being chased by pirates wherever I go. I was sitting in Starbucks, minding my own business, writing away, when I looked up to find this t-shirt mocking me:

What is it with these darned pirates? Following me everywhere.

Oh, and one last thing.  Finally, Zach on All My Children found his pair and got medieval all over Ritchie.  I swear the writers had neutered poor Zach, because he’s been like a pug on leash for ages and not at all the gangster, hunky, dangerous man I’ve always thought was so hot.  Come to think of it, now that he’s found his lost machismo, he’s someone I wouldn’t mind seeing in a pirate suit and stalking me at Starbucks.  Better than the weird guy who sits in the corner and scribbles his manifesto on his cup.