Today I have a special treat for you guys. Author Dianne Venetta is here to be shameless with us and share her guilty pleasure. AND she's giving away an ebook! So be sure to leave a comment and your email address so that we can contact the winner. :)
And now here's Dianne....
Guilty pleasure
What's my guilty pleasure? Hmmm... Naming only one may prove difficult. Or perhaps I could rationalize this one away and say there are NO guilty pleasures. I'm an adult. It's ALL fair game! (So long as I'm calling my mother and paying attention to hubby and the kids, right?)
Oh, but I do love fantasy play! Alright, number one guilty pleasure…
Does flirting count? It's not chocolate cake (that I so desperately yearn for), but it is equally as fulfilling. I am a living breathing woman with needs and, eh-hem, ego. I am getting older, wider—er, I mean, wiser. Yes, older and wiser is what I’m getting and when the bag boy at my local supermarket smiles bright and asks, "Are these your kids?"
As though he's surprised that a woman of my youthful appearance could have produced elementary-aged children—upper elementary-aged children, to be exact. Well, it's an easy mistake to make (a lie I'll continue to tell myself) so I smile in reply and say, "Why yes, they are."
"Wow…" he utters in shock.
Sweet child. Of course he must be younger than he looks because if he had a lick of worldly sense about him, he would know that no woman in her right mind would take another person's child to the grocery store, let alone two. Shoot—it's not even wise to take your own kids to the store let alone someone else's!
And to think I had grown older and wiser. (Perhaps I have a few years to go before that particular feature kicks in.) Yes, well, can we get back to chocolate? At least I've grown wise enough to distinguish between good chocolate and bad chocolate. You know, as in: I only eat dark chocolate.
Okay, that's a lie. The best chocolate pudding cake is not made from dark chocolate but my ever so favorite milk chocolate with caramel between the layers, topped with milk chocolate frosting…
Speaking of frosting, I believe I'm plum out. I think it's time I head to the grocery store right now—without the kids. Heaven knows they'll want some of my cake if they see me buy it. (Told you it wasn't a good idea to shop with children.) Now if you'll excuse me, I think it's time I practice my "innocent" look—before the kids and hubby get home!
BIO: Dianne lives in Central Florida with her husband, two children and part-time Yellow Lab—Cody boy! When not whacking away at her keyboard crafting her next novel you'll find her in the family's organic garden chasing grasshoppers and plucking hornworms all the while crafting wild analogies between kids and plants and men. Definitely men.
Jennifer's Garden blurb:
In a race against time, cardiologist Jennifer Hamilton is caught between her mother’s dying wish and taking the risk of a lifetime with Jackson Montgomery. He’s the man hired to complete the landscaping for her new home; the venue for her upcoming wedding. Jackson’s everything she never wanted in a man, but as the job progresses, his lure pulls strong. It’s an attraction she cannot deny.
And one that puts her career on the line.
So don't let Dianne be shameless alone? Who else out there is enjoying an innocent flirt? What are you shamless about this week? And be sure to leave a comment and your email to be entered for the ebook contest!
