Pre-order CRUSH CONTROL and win cool prizes!!

CRUSH CONTROL comes out this thursday!!! I can not believe it will soon be on shelves for all to see! To celebrate the release of my second book, I've decided to do a contest/giveaway featuring my favorite things!! The fabulous Story Siren has offered to host my contest over on her blog. So slide on over to her page and see what you could win!!

Thanks guys! I really hope you like this book. It's been so much fun to write!

New Book!

I'm happy to share my new book cover for my YA novel, CRUSH CONTROL, coming June 2011

Coming June 2011

Willow Grey is about to learn a thing or two about life, love and total mind control!...

Willow has spent most of her life as her mother's sidekick in a popular Las Vegas hypnotism show. So when she and her mom move back to their sleepy southern hometown to start over, she thinks she's in for a life of quiet normalcy. Except that her new life turns out to be anything but, when she decides to hypnotize Quinton, the hottest guy on the football team, to fall madly, deeply, head over heels in love with her. But what started out as an innocent way to make her best friend, Max, jealous soon gets way out of hand and Willow begins to wonder if the mind—and more importantly, the heart—is something you can really control.

Some exciting news...

First of all, I've been terribly negligent in updating my blog. How these other people do it - take care of families, work jobs, write books and find the time for a blog, well, I need to have a sit down with them. But I do have some exciting news I want to share. First a little backstory:

Seven years ago I was at the summer conference for Georgia Optometrists at Kiawah Island. Every year they have a fancy banquet and awards ceremony but that year I opted to skip out on the shindig so I could hang out on the beach with my good friend. I hadn't seen her in a couple of years and was much more interested in catching up with her than sitting through a stuffy banquet. A few hours rolled by and my friend and I strolled into the hotel with sand on our feet and Pina Colada foam clinging to our lips when I quite literally bumped into the President of the Georgia Optometric Association. "Oh," he said, looking at my hot pink bikini with suspicion. "So you are here." He then proceeded to tell me that I had won an award - Young Optometrist of the Year for the state of Georgia - but obviously, had not been there to receive it.  WHOOPSY.  What does this say about me?  That for a reasonably intelligent person, sometimes I can act in a ditzy manner that earns me those jokes about my hair color. 

So flash forward to 2010.  A few weeks ago I received an email that let me know I had been nominated for Georgia Author of the Year in the Young Adult category for my book, Lipstick Apology.  Now I read that there were over 100 nominations for about eight awards, so I knew that the chances of actually winning was slim...but after my experience seven years ago, by God, at least I would be present.  So I bought a dress.  I hired a babysitter.  And Saturday night, Chris and I drove an hour down to the ceremony.  And what do you know?  I won.  :)

I found out that one of my all time favorite authors, Emily Giffin, won this award (in the adult fiction category) for her first book, Something Borrowed, and that made the honor even more special to me.

Look at that trophy? Isn't it beautiful? Chris and I decided that when my next book comes out in a year, we're going to fill that trophy up with champagne and drink from it. Because we're classy like that :)

Dear Mr. Sandman

Dear Mr. Sandman,
Since we've returned from our trip little Izzie has slept all night long. For four nights in a row! Thank you for this marvelous treat, really you have no idea how much it has impacted my life and well being. I no longer require an entire pot of coffee in the morning - just one cup (okay, two). I no longer use a bottle of WhiteOut to try and mask my undereye circles (okay, still require some concealer, but not nearly as much). I no longer grab for carbs and sugar to give me an energy boost (okay, yes I do, but that's b/c I'm a sweet tooth, not because I necessarily needed the sugar rush).

So last night when you decided to throw me that little curveball called INSOMNIA while my kids were sleeping ... well, that's just cruel.

Mr. Sandman, tonight, sprinkle some dust and please, give me a dream.
Thank you.

And the story in which I decide not to eat apples for awhile

Just returned from a five day trip to visit my parents and siblings. We had a great time and I have tons of stories to tell, but somehow find myself marvelling at this one and thought I'd share:

On Sunday we took the kids to The Museum of Natural History in NYC. The kids thoroughly enjoyed all the exhibits, particularly the dinosaur bones, but I found the most interesting event of the day to occur in none other than the Women's restroom.

I was changing Izzie on one of those fold down changing tables while my mother was in the stall on the far right. The bathroom was crowded, the museum was crowded - it was a rainy Sunday - so while the bathroom wasn't disgusting or anything, I know for a fact there had been a lot of traffic in and out of the restroom.

So suddenly a woman from a stall toward the left side of the room calls out, "Oh, my apple!" and clunk, a red apple falls to the ground and proceeds to roll, roll, roll past about ten sets of feet until it stops against the wall in my mother's stall. "Where's my apple?" the woman cries.

I see my mom reach down, pick up the apple and proceed to roll it back past about ten sets of feet into a hand, reaching down and waving. the lady picked up her apple. Then she proceeded to exit the stall and exit the bathroom. With. The. Apple. In. Her. Hand.

Okay, I get that she probably paid five bucks for said apple at the overpriced museum cafe, but seriously??? SERIOUSLY???

Excuse me while I go throw up now.

Holy Embarrassment

Over the holidays my mother in law invited the new priest over for dinner.  As he's asking questions and getting to know everyone, my mother in law announces, "Jen's a published author!" She proceeds to pluck my hot pink book off the shelf and pass it to the priest.  Who then proceeds to open it up to a random page and start reading.  Out loud.

So imagine my horror when he happens to stumble upon on the scene where the main character is freaking out about an upcoming date and potential make out with her crush.  "We'll be mid makeout," the priest read dramatically, "my jaw will give out and come crashing down. I'll probably sever his tongue! Oh look, Jen you're as pink as your book." Ha ha ha