Two feuding divorce lawyers. One infectious "love bug" virus. The symptoms are hard to resist .
One Valentine’s Day, after my marriage kind of crumbled and I was looking at a pretty bleak day, my doorbell rang. It was a delivery guy, holding a box and a balloon. He sang “I’ll always love you,” then handed over the box and the balloon. The balloon said, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my sweetheart.” In the box were two things: One was a beautiful necklace and the other a note. “You’ll always be my baby.” It was from my dad. And that was my best Valentine’s Day ever. It doesn’t matter who the love comes from, it matters what it means. And that meant the world to me. I wish you all a happy Valentine’s Day! And no furnaces as gifts!
A mysterious prank brought them together for sizzling-hot romance . . .
There’s an age-old adage among writers, that even readers have heard ad-nauseum: “Write what you know.” I’ve heard it all my writing life, it’s been drilled in me from day one. And for some reason, it never sticks. For some reason, when I come up with plots, they involve everything I DO NOT KNOW. I have two theories on why this is. Either I’ve lived past lives in which I’ve known or experienced these things (Shirley McClain would probably vote for that one), or I’m a masochist (I’m positive my editor and critique partners would vote for this one). For some reason, I’m always drawn to a Southern setting, even though my sum total of “Southern living” involves four years in Puerto Rico and seven years living in the DC/Northern Virginia area. Technically below the Mason-Dixon, both, but no true Southerner would consider either true South.
What do a Blue Angels pilot, a bounty hunter and an ex-NFL football player have in common? The three bad-boy bachelors of Snowdon, Maine have to make a friend’s Christmas Eve wedding on time or die trying! They’re willing to risk anything to make that happen—even dashing through the snow in the goofiest bus on Earth, bright red and filled with a bunch of merry, meddling senior citizens known as the Santa Brigade. All too soon, these men will have met their matches in three special women: a woman from their past, a forest ranger so hot she ought to be declared a fire hazard, and a woman on the run. Ho, ho, OH! While serving up holiday cheer with the Santa Brigade, the guys will discover ‘tis the season for good will and folly. Wise men or not, they are well and truly caught, which means these roguish St. Nicks are willing to jingle a few bells along the way if that’s what it takes to find what they truly want for Christmas nestled in their beds after the stockings are stuffed and the gifts placed under the tree.
You know, I don't have a clue. I just know it when I see it. The humor has to flow naturally out of a situation and a character's internal make-up. I've judged so many contests where the author tried so hard to make a not-funny character say something witty, and it just falls short and flat. Also, I think an author needs to find the funny in real life. Not make huge or illogical situations because that just comes out bizarre and forced, rather than funny. Probably one of the things that worried me about the character Darcy (from The Harder They Fall) was that I'd made her too cartoonish in the beginning. After all, I'm not a klutz (much), so I couldn't really relate. But the overwhelming responses I received from readers was, "I can relate to her."
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