That was the title of a (very) smutty book I found between Herodotus and Plutarch in the shelves of my high school history homeroom when I was fifteen. Needless to say I smuggled it back to my house (I've often wondered who left it there). It's also where I will be eating dinner tonight with my smoking hot romance-writing friends Delilah and Moira. No, not in a classroom...on a bed. Delilah is taking us to Supperclub where we will recline roman style and feast our eyes on a naughty burlesque show--we are erotic writers, after all.
The conference is going very well. I placed second in the Hearts Through History contest and I'm thrilled because my friend and critique partner, Courtney Milan, took first. Yay, Courtney! I've received quite a few requests for Filigree and Shadow from agents and editors and that's really the whole point of the conference so Lenora is a happy girl.
Tonight we're off to karaoke at The Mint (one of my old stomping grounds) with a bunch of ladies including the lovely vixens Lacey, Eden, and Shelli. Bliss!
I'll try to remember to bring my camera this time because my cell phone takes blurry photos.
Kisses,
Lenora
