When I originally thought about this week’s blog I thought I would write about how far a reader would travel to “meet” a favorite author. I was thinking about that because I was going to attend a function in Ft. Worth in which Robyn Carr was going to be the phone in author. However, fate decided to give me a sick husband and I had to cancel. (We won’t even discuss how disappointed I was about that!) I’m lucky in that I live in a large area that has many interconnected highways, so if the traffic fates are smiling upon me nicely the commute between sites is smooth, and good for listening to a great audio book. If the traffic fates are conspiring against me well, I get a longer commute, and more audio book time! I don’t travel to Ft. Worth often because it seems far away to me, but in reality it might be only about a sixty (60) minute drive…I guess that translates into about sixty (60) miles. Is that too far to go for a favorite author? What about having to go out of state to meet an author? How far are you willing to go?…

Fallen Angels #1 October 2009On Sale: September 29, 2009Featuring: Jim Heron; Vincent Di Pietro496 pages ISBN: 0451228219EAN: 9780451228215Paperback$7.99 Romance Paranormal Buy at Amazon.com Covetby J. R. Ward Redemption isn’t a word Jim Heron knows much about—his specialty, both personally and professionally, is revenge, and to him, sin is all relative. But everything changes when he becomes a fallen angel and is charged with saving the souls of seven people from the seven deadly sins. His weapon: the power of love. His enemy: the darkest of evil. And failure is not an option. Vincent Di Pietro has surrendered himself to his business—until fate intervenes in the form of a tough-talking, Harley-riding, self-professed savior, and a woman who will make him question his destiny. With an ancient evil ready to claim him, Vin has to work with a fallen angel not only to win his beloved over…but to redeem his very soul. Excerpt “She wants you.” Jim Heron lifted his eyes from his Budweiser. Across the crowded, dim club, past bodies that were clad in black and hung with chains, through the thick air of sex and desperation, he saw the she in question. A woman in a blue dress stood beneath…