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Yesterday afternoon, I was sitting in my usual daytime spot (which is also my evening and nighttime spot, just minus the laptop), when I caught a whiff of skunk. It was a strong whiff, so it had either thrown a temper tantrum in my backyard or (oh please no) in my basement.
Because I always have vinegar and blue Dawn, I went in search of the skunk. I couldn’t see anything in the backyard, or smell anything. That was good news because a skunk out in the daylight in a frigid wind with snow on the ground probably isn’t well. It was bad news because the smell was strong enough so it must be in my basement.
But it wasn’t. And not only had a skunk not sprayed in there, but there was no wildlife scent at all. After sniffing around the first floor some more to no avail, I went back to work. A little while later, I smelled it again. And then again a little later. That’s when I got really concerned because it seemed to largely coincide with the furnace kicking on and blowing warm air through the duct work. There’s a register in this corner.
Back to the basement I went. A few minutes of tapping and listening later, I was satisfied there were no skunks in my duct work. (Which would have been quite a feat, but they’re wily little things.) I smelled it off and on, and got my husband involved, but no answers. The other possibilities included the neighbors burning nasty junk wood again or neighbors indulging in some particularly bad marijuana.
Fast forward to late this afternoon. I’ve been haunted by the skunk smell off and on all day, still most noticeably when the heat is on, blowing warm air around my corner. And then, finally, I leaned over to get a pen off the end table where I hoard office and planner supplies and got a nose full of potent skunk odor.
The culprit is this roll of rose gold Scotch Expressions washi tape I bought at Staples. I kid you not.
Yesterday I opened the roll (which I bought several months ago) and used a length of the tape, along with stickers, to brighten up my Hobonichi Weeks, which is awesome except for the stark white stripe on black cover I got. Then I set the roll of tape on my end table, which is between the heat register and me. And so it began.
This evening, after making my oldest son and my husband smell it and watching them both recoil in disgust to confirm, I can assure you this roll of tape smells like skunk. Very, very strongly. It’s as though they made the product, it got sprayed by a skunk that happened to be strolling through the factory, and then they packaged it.
And to answer the inevitable question, no, I did not throw it away. It’s rose gold washi tape!
The Kowalski family is back!
Back in 2010, when Exclusively Yours was published, I had no idea I would fall in love with the family, as would readers, and that I would spend the next seven years with them. But here we are, in 2017 and What It Takes: A Kowalski Reunion Novel, the tenth book in the Kowalski family series, is available today.
Laney Caswell is looking for a change. A decade’s worth of less-than-happy matrimony behind her, she wants peace—movies, books and, best of all, a new job at the Northern Star Lodge in Whitford, Maine. Spending the summer living in a camper is her chance to rediscover what makes her happy, and a perfect transition to her new life.
Being a paramedic in Whitford is nothing like Ben Rivers’s city life, but when Josh Kowalski offers him the job, the lure of his hometown is too much to resist. Also too much to resist: Laney Caswell. Ben always thought he’d have a wife and kids, a happy family like the Kowalskis have all built, but he never made time in his life. Now he’s found a woman who draws him like no other and helps him dream again—and the last thing she wants is a husband.
When the annual Kowalski family camping trip is moved to the Northern Star, both Ben and Laney are surrounded by the kind of happiness they’ve always wanted but never had. It just might be theirs—if they can put aside the past and reach for it together.
I’ve reissued my very first published book, Twice Upon A Road Trip! It’s a romantic comedy, and I did some light revisions (mostly language choices to bring it more in line with the heat level I write now), but the story wasn’t changed significantly.
When the going gets tough, Jill Delaney gets going…in the other direction.This time the other direction has Jill hitching a ride with the senior center’s Spring Fling tour to Orlando. Screwed out of a promotion, she’s ready for some fun in the sun before it is time to balance her checkbook again.
Ethan Cooper just wants to get his mother settled into her new job so he can pick up the pieces of his own life. But first Mom’s got a little vacation planned. Now Ethan has to survive a trip with a busload of retirees and one sexy but infuriating blonde, and then he’s home free.
But when they find themselves stranded and alone, Jill and Ethan are faced with making their own way south. Fighting scorching sexual desire and each other along the way, they give in and indulge in a little vacation sex—which doesn’t mean they have to fall in love. After all, Jill’s not ready for white picket fences, and Ethan’s convinced she’s not his type.They never saw the handcuffs coming…