Just so when you look at your library, you'll see the cover. And know that I love you so much.
Really? 3/29/2017
/> For the city that never sleeps, I seem to be doing a lot of sleeping...
Just saying. I mean, yeah its been a great weekend and I got lots of good love, but last night, I mean wow. Maybe it was Sunday. Maybe it was a full moon. But I was at the hotel bar, having a cosmo, fuck me boots, black skirt, low top, and boy did I enjoy that cosmo.
Then I had another! Sure I handled some nuts. They were the bartenders and he poured them into a little dish because they were bar nuts!
It's not like there weren't any guys around. There were plenty. And I noticed quite a few ringless fingers. But they were like busy. Going somewhere. Talking to someone.
I swear, I felt like the only romance writer in the world who wasn't getting laid.
Anyways, I've decided to stay an extra day in New York City. I'm heading back hopefully tomorrow. But today is going to be a "me" day. I'm heading to a spa on Park Avenue South and then doing a yoga class at Equinox and then having some drinks at the Central Park Boathouse in the afternoon where I'm hoping to get in a few more chapters of 12 Inches.
Oh, that's right! I have a new book coming out soon under Alexis Angel! 12 Inches! But I can't show you the cover yet because its sooooooper secret. So like maybe in a few days okay.
And wow. So many requests for which book you wanna see free. If I thought my mailbox was overloaded before now it's just broken lol. I'll tally it all up and we'll have one winner in the next few days so stay tuned!
Finally 3/30/2017
I’m going to California with a banjo on my knee...
I honestly don't know why I wrote that ^.
I think sometime back in elementary school I read a poem or heard a song about someone singing to Susanna about how they were going to California with banjoes on their knee??
Whatever, I think I'm just being weird.
It may totally have to do with the fact that I refused to be defeated last night and went back out to the hotel bar that had treated me so cruelly the day before.
How was I treated cruelly? By sitting at the bar and doing nothing but...drinking. No guy came and picked me up. This was on Sunday. So with my extra night in New York City, this time I showered, spent more time than usual on my hair, made sure to find the pushiest of the push-up bras, got the slinky lil black dress with the black fuck me boots and marched myself back to the bar and sat down and instead of a lil girl drink like a Cosmo this time I ordered a dirty martini.
Boom.
Voila.
This time it worked.
I mean, it wasn't even about sex. This was about getting guys to stop and try and pick me up. And boy did they try and pick me up this night. Maybe it was a weeknight as opposed to a Sunday?
But I mean, guys approached and I wasn't gonna sleep with anyone at like 8 pm, and I was leaving today, so I decided that I had to give fake numbers. But I didn't know any.
So (I think two dirty martini's later) I started telling people who asked for my number that it was 867-5309.
Think closely to that number. Does it sound familiar? I was drinking and thought I was being clever. Thought no one would get it.
Well, for the most part guys just put it in their phone and said cool and went on their way.
But this one guy did not.
He called me out on it. Told me he hadn't heard that in forever and could I sing out my number. I smiled because he was paying attention to my words and not just my tits. I think I said something like I could sing, but not in public. Only in his room or something.
You can guess the rest. Just recounting this brings a smile to my face for a wonderful night. Memories to one day share with the grandkids. Memories that we can look back on.
And smile, knowing that we had fun in our lives.
Awwww 4/4/2017