<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906</id><updated>2012-02-03T08:37:23.627-05:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Upcoming Books'/><category term='The Met'/><category term='m/f'/><category term='Eileen Ann Brennan'/><category term='Erotic Romance'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='erotica'/><category term='manage'/><category term='Ellora&apos;s Cave'/><category term='m/m'/><category term='Paranormal Romance'/><category term='m/f/m'/><title type='text'>Eileen Ann Brennan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906.post-6332427899446206822</id><published>2011-01-24T02:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T02:00:06.266-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eileen Ann Brennan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a ‘Bucket List’?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtLbAutzeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ulcj8-JpZUw/s1600/cartoon+bucket+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtLbAutzeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ulcj8-JpZUw/s1600/cartoon+bucket+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m asking this because I found mine while cleaning out the garage. It was written somewhere around my senior year in high school. I have no idea when I last saw it. A lot of things were checked off but I haven’t seen it for a long, long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found interesting was not what I had or had not accomplished (although I was able to update it with several things I’d done since I’d last seen it) The thing I really found interesting was what I considered noteworthy to spend my time and energy on in my future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did go to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade (Boy, talk about a crowd of people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have been to the Grand Canyon. (Indescribable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven’t made it to Mardi Gras yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have read War and Peace. (Loooong) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I’ve never made it to the Olympic Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I’ve never been in Times Square on New Year’s Eve (And that’s probably a good thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the items were a bit surprising. “To go camping in Canada.” Now, I’ve been to Canada several times and loved every minute of it, but camping??? Like in a tent and sleeping on the ground??? I don’t think so. I love nature but at night I need a hotel with cable and a hot shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking that it’s probably time to revise my list. Update it with things that mean more to me now, but ya know…I still want to see the Hoover Dam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you have a ‘Bucket List’? Did you write it recently or years ago? Do you still want to accomplish what you listed? Let me know what’s important to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25896906-6332427899446206822?l=eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/6332427899446206822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25896906&amp;postID=6332427899446206822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/6332427899446206822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/6332427899446206822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-you-have-bucket-list-im-asking-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtLbAutzeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ulcj8-JpZUw/s72-c/cartoon+bucket+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906.post-7450366153889265052</id><published>2010-12-19T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T12:36:34.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Come Party with Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me over at &lt;a href="http://theromancestudio.com/party/"&gt;The Romance Studio Christmas Party&lt;/a&gt;! I'll be blogging and posting excerpts along with dozens of other romance authors. We'll be partying until December 23rd. There are contests, prizes and we'll even be giving away a Nook! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the release of Finding Sean, I'll be giving away a copy of Finding Jen, the first book in the Lost and Found series. Click on my name on the right side of the web page to see all my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya at the Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="75" src="http://theromancestudio.com/images/TRS_hol_header2010_sn.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25896906-7450366153889265052?l=eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/7450366153889265052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25896906&amp;postID=7450366153889265052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/7450366153889265052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/7450366153889265052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/2010/12/come-party-with-me-join-me-over-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906.post-276958795213545036</id><published>2010-12-16T02:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T02:00:06.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I Am Grateful For&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;With Christmas next week, I thought I’d take a break from the hectic whirlwind to reflect on a few of the small things that I am grateful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;That I live in a warm climate where we don’t shovel our weather and I’ve worn shorts or gone swimming on Christmas Day.&lt;/div&gt;The predictions for the last few years have not come true and we haven’t been hit with a hurricane season like 2004 when Charley, Frances, Ivan and Jeanne hit the state. (The price we pay for swimming on Christmas Day.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I make a mistake or a faux pax, it doesn’t land on YouTube, Entertainment Tonight or the front page of the NY Post – usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been able to attend pro football games as a season ticket holder for the last 16 years. I love the game and was brought up believing the four seasons are Pre-season, Season, Post-season and Draft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The elections are over and we are no longer being subjected to all the negative ads. The name calling this time was worse than little kids in a sandbox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, Hugh Jackman, Johnny Depp and Eli Manning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TQJqVh38wuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MfQg_8cNFrA/s1600/Hugh+Jackman+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TQJqVh38wuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MfQg_8cNFrA/s200/Hugh+Jackman+4.jpg" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TQJqya50FJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/CsLZCLLU3vc/s1600/Eli+Manning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TQJqya50FJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/CsLZCLLU3vc/s200/Eli+Manning.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TQJqMFQaZEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Tx1Z1yA0H2I/s1600/Johnny+Deep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TQJqMFQaZEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Tx1Z1yA0H2I/s200/Johnny+Deep.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25896906-276958795213545036?l=eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/276958795213545036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25896906&amp;postID=276958795213545036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/276958795213545036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/276958795213545036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-i-am-grateful-for-with-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TQJqVh38wuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MfQg_8cNFrA/s72-c/Hugh+Jackman+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906.post-8530974729661219970</id><published>2010-12-08T13:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T13:55:10.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m/f'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m/m'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m/f/m'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finding Sean Now Available on Amazon Kindle &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and B&amp;amp;N Nook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eileenannbrennan.com/images/FindingSean_sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://eileenannbrennan.com/images/FindingSean_sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, Jennifer Gilbert rejected Sean O’Connell because she could no longer tolerate the ménage relationship with him and another woman. She wanted Sean all to herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the tables have turned. When Sean finds Jennifer again in “Finding Jen,” the first book in the “Lost and Found” series, the only way he can have her is to share her with the other man she loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In “Finding Sean” the second book in the “Lost and Found’ Series, Sean’s tolerance of Rick, the other man, turns to interest, and then more. No one is more surprised than Sean. Now the love triangle is unraveling. Jennifer and Sean must search their hearts and decide once and for all what or who they are willing to give up for love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you enjoy the following excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So who are you waiting for?” asked a squeaky voice directly behind Jennifer Gilbert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startled, Jen dropped the mail. “Oh, Mrs. Levitz, I didn’t hear you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen’s landlady reached up and shook her finger in Jen’s face. “You should pay more attention to your surroundings. I could have been a mugger or something even worse. You should never let your guard down. It’s not safe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen nodded and bent to pick up the mail, knowing it was useless to disagree with anything the woman said. Mrs. Levitz had an annoying habit of sneaking up on people and listening to their conversations, then dispensing unwanted advice. But Jen loved the old brownstone where she lived, and if Mrs. Levitz’s advice was the price she had to pay to stay here then she’d gladly put up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, Sean, and Rick rented the three apartments on the third floor although they spent most of their time in Jen’s. It was easier than trying to explain to Mrs. Levitz why all of them were living together. Besides, they needed the space. As far as Jen could tell, they’d kept their arrangement secret from the nosy woman. The less she knew the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So you’re going out to dinner with the dark one. Do you think you can change him?” Even though Sean and Rick had been tenants for over six months, the landlady persisted in referring to them as “the dark one” and “the light one” as if they were some sort of superhero duo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen shoved the mail into her portfolio handbag and stood. “Change him?” What on earth was she babbling about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know, change him. Make him like girls.” Mrs. Levitz gave Jen a conspiratorial wink. “I noticed his boyfriend, the light one, he didn’t come back from vacation with him. Maybe they got tired of each other.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“His boy -- are you saying Sean O’Connell and Rick Evans are gay?” Jen didn’t know whether to burst out laughing or blast her with some righteous indignation. She settled for innocent curiosity. Just what kind of gossip was the woman spreading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, you know they moved in at the same time, and I hear them talking on the stairs, their voices real low when they come and go. How come you didn’t spot it? You’re always going out with them. What do you think? Which one’s the girl?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mrs. Levitz! That’s utterly ridiculous. I know for a fact they are both healthy, heterosexual men. No one’s the girl. How can you even think that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are ya sure? I mean, they both go out of town a lot, too. Do you think they go to a secret rendezvous place together?” Mrs. Levitz asked hopefully as if hating to give up the idea of two gay men as her tenants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can assure you, Mrs. Levitz…” a frosty baritone voice said from the staircase “…I am not now…nor have I ever been…gay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen cringed at the icicles dripping from his words. Of all people for Mrs. Levitz to consider gay, homophobic Sean O’Connell should have been the last. Why, he even freaked out if Rick brushed against him while they were having a three-way. How much had he heard? Oh please, don’t let him have heard the part about being the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming Soon&lt;/strong&gt; – “Finding Rick, the third book in the “Lost and Found’ Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit my &lt;a href="http://www.eileenannbrennan.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and my pages at &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&amp;amp;field-keywords=eileen+ann+brennan&amp;amp;x=15&amp;amp;y=23"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://productsearch.barnesandnoble.com/search/results.aspx?store=BOOK&amp;amp;WRD=eileen+ann+brennan&amp;amp;page=index&amp;amp;prod=univ&amp;amp;choice=book&amp;amp;query=eileen+ann+brennan&amp;amp;flag=False&amp;amp;ugrp=1"&gt;Barnes and Noble&lt;/a&gt; for all my stories. Thanks for stopping by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25896906-8530974729661219970?l=eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/8530974729661219970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25896906&amp;postID=8530974729661219970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/8530974729661219970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/8530974729661219970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/2010/12/finding-sean-now-available-on-amazon.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906.post-4722004117602789826</id><published>2010-11-13T12:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:58:41.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Paradise Is Now Available Through Amazon Kindle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and B&amp;amp;N Nook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TN7LKPmlN6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/nYYkmhDOERs/s1600/2010+paradise+194X300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TN7LKPmlN6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/nYYkmhDOERs/s1600/2010+paradise+194X300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independent, career woman Roberta Miller wins a dream vacation – only it’s closer to a Jurassic Park nightmare: a camping trip, canoeing through the Okefenokee Swamp, dodging snapping alligators, mosquitoes the size of elephants and – “What do you mean there are no restrooms!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad boy, Eddie McGraw chucked his successful Wall St. career to run the family camping business in his favorite place on earth. He’s through with races only the rats win and women obsessed with careers and designer shoes. He’s set his sights on settling down with a good old country girl, one who shares his passion for the simple life, that is, until he meets a very intriguing camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned on my website, this story was previously published in 2006 but, never had a chance. After carefully researching which publishers to submit it to, it turns out I had not&amp;nbsp;chosen wisely. The publisher declared bankruptcy, closed its doors, website and email and left its authors hanging. ::sigh:: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, we all eventually got our rights back but Robbie and Eddie were a bit shell-shocked by the whole experience and have spent the last few years hiding under my bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure they’ve had enough time to recover and have pushed them off in their canoe into the Okefenokee Swamp again. Bugs, gators, and things that go bump in the night all await these adventurous campers. If they happen to fall in love along the way, well, there are other things to do in a swamp besides listen to tree frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy their adventure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASIN: B0046H9ZCC &lt;br /&gt;$3.99 &lt;br /&gt;173 pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Paradise-ebook/dp/B0046H9ZCC/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;amp;s=digital-text&amp;amp;qid=1286811585&amp;amp;sr=1-9"&gt;Buy Kindle Edition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Paradise/Eileen-Ann-Brennan/e/2940012542168/?itm=3&amp;amp;USRI=eileen+ann+brennan"&gt;Buy Nook Edition &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25896906-4722004117602789826?l=eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/4722004117602789826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25896906&amp;postID=4722004117602789826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/4722004117602789826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/4722004117602789826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/2010/11/paradise-is-now-available-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TN7LKPmlN6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/nYYkmhDOERs/s72-c/2010+paradise+194X300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906.post-7905480251498618057</id><published>2010-11-06T03:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T03:00:04.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Top Ten Excuses for Not Writing Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TNRGoN__b4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/LkNHQGcCW4I/s1600/jason_taylor+2010-11-06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TNRGoN__b4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/LkNHQGcCW4I/s320/jason_taylor+2010-11-06.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;He has nothing to do with the topic, but sometimes I like to open my blogs with a hot guy. For my money, Jason Taylor is seriously hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;:: sigh:: Back on task…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuses seem to be a big topic on a lot of loops recently so I thought I’d chime in with mine. Here we go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The sun’s in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;2. My shoes are too tight.&lt;br /&gt;3. I just washed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh…Wait…Those are my excuses for not exercising. My bad…&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… excuses for not writing…Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have to take down my jack-o’-lanterns and put up my pilgrims. Gosh, I’m already a week late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. There’s a sale on my favorite wine at the local shop and I have to get there before the only other two people in this city who like it buy up the entire stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Christmas shopping! OMG! It’s the 6th of November and I haven’t finished my Christmas shopping yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have to clean my house. Nayh, let’s not get ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The cats are fighting. I need to break it up. (Regrettably, this really is an all day job.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I need to figure out what’s for dinner. Italian…Chinese…Mexican… So many take out menus so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have to do the Sudoku in today’s newspaper. Really, for me, a day without Sudoku is a day closer to Old Timer’s Disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wisconsin is at Perdue and Minnesota is at Michigan State. I can’t possibly miss those. (That’s college football for those of you not addicted to the game.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I sprained my wrist (No, really, I did last Wednesday. I am such a bobo-head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Oh, my Number One excuse for not writing today…I wrote this blog instead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25896906-7905480251498618057?l=eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/7905480251498618057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25896906&amp;postID=7905480251498618057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/7905480251498618057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/7905480251498618057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-top-ten-excuses-for-not-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TNRGoN__b4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/LkNHQGcCW4I/s72-c/jason_taylor+2010-11-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906.post-5702330130704819121</id><published>2010-04-23T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:04:49.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Almost Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 of my sojourn up the East coast and almost the last day. I head out on Sunday and plan to be in the land of milk and honey - or rather gators and oranges - on Monday. This trip has been a fantastic event of researching sites (and sights) for future books. As of today I satisfied the last item on my ‘to do’ list with visiting a cemetery with my mom. (Yeah, I'm&amp;nbsp;working on&amp;nbsp;another Lite Paranormal) Now, I’ve been to several cemeteries during my visit - there is a fascinating one near Ocean City NJ with early 18th century graves and another one that overlooks a highway and the new “Stop and Shop” - and they had a sense of contentment and caring (based on the items left near the headstones) about them. But the one I visited today was one of the creepiest I‘ve ever been to. Obviously, I didn’t say a word to Mom. We were there to visit my grandparents and several of her friends. She was the first to mention how spooky and cold it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Row after row after row of headstones all the same height, a few different shapes, as far as you could see; few flowers and very impersonal, or so it seemed to us. Now, I’ve been to Arlington National Cemetery many times where every headstone is laid out in rows but it’s very peaceful and I’ve never been creeped out there. Both Mother and I didn’t want to be anywhere near this place after dark. (Her words not mine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this little odyssey of a month on the road to renew my Jersey roots has been fantastic but I’m now looking forward to returning to the Sunshine State and putting what I found into some new stories. I discovered a lot and can’t wait to weave some magic around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes getting away has a way of bringing you back home again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25896906-5702330130704819121?l=eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/5702330130704819121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25896906&amp;postID=5702330130704819121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/5702330130704819121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/5702330130704819121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/2010/04/almost-home-day-28-of-my-sojourn-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906.post-6592567948431410193</id><published>2010-04-14T02:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T02:31:00.150-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Met'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eileen Ann Brennan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;On the Road Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 of my journey up the East Coast. Today I thought I’d share some pictures of one of my favorite places in the world: The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City - The Met. I’ve been here dozens of times but I still get a thrill climbing the front stairs in anticipation. (And there are lots of stairs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/S8OJ3BS2A1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/sqeY0RFkHdU/s1600/the+met.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/S8OJ3BS2A1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/sqeY0RFkHdU/s320/the+met.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the minute I step through to the first gallery, I’m lost…literally. I can’t follow a map for anything. No matter how many times I ask directions, I don’t really listen. I hear part of what the guards are saying then think “Yeah, I know where that is” and I just don’t listen anymore. And so, of course I’m lost again after I make the first turn. But it really doesn’t matter. There’s always something wonderful and fascinating no matter where I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I spend the day aimlessly wandering and discovering until my feet need a beer and it’s time to leave. But before I do, I always head to my favorite gallery on the second floor to visit my three favorite paintings, which oddly enough are side by side by side. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. Somehow, someway, they're going to land in a future story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/S8OKAGfMNRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9BXo7YNPWrs/s1600/springtime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/S8OKAGfMNRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9BXo7YNPWrs/s320/springtime.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Springtime by Pierre-Auguste Cot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/S8OKlR5FrHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/g0a_BY56EUE/s1600/The+Storm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/S8OKlR5FrHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/g0a_BY56EUE/s320/The+Storm.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Storm also by Pierre-Auguste Cot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/S8OKs8zVRRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rAccn_aKCnY/s1600/Joan+of+Arc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/S8OKs8zVRRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rAccn_aKCnY/s320/Joan+of+Arc.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joan of Arc by Jules Bastien-Lepage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will spend close to an hour staring and studying these marvelous works. There is just something in each of them that calls to me and I can’t look away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, until my feet really become insistent about needing that beer. Last week, we headed to a great place on First and 86th called East End Bar and&amp;nbsp;Grill. It took a few beers but my feet finally stopped shouting at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25896906-6592567948431410193?l=eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/6592567948431410193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25896906&amp;postID=6592567948431410193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/6592567948431410193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/6592567948431410193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-road-again-day-19-of-my-journey-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/S8OJ3BS2A1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/sqeY0RFkHdU/s72-c/the+met.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906.post-120549882308147329</id><published>2010-04-11T14:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:50:23.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Making A Commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I’m on the road. This time in New Jersey, enjoying the beautiful Spring weather – actually, I’m freezing my behiney off – and visiting friends and family. Today I’m hitting Atlantic City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, I was watching TV with my sister and we began to list shows we watch on a semi-regular basis. I say semi-regular because I really can’t commit to being in front of a TV at the same time on the same day every week. It’s just too much pressure. Anyway here’s the list of TV shows I came up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Bang Theory – What’s not to love about four guys who are the perfect stereotypes of the major geek groups? I went out with all of them in high school. (Yes, I even dated a Sheldon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two and A Half Men – Even though John Cryer is TSTL (Too Stupid To Live) on the show, I can’t help but root for him and hope that this time he gets the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCIS – Mark Harmon. Wow. Oh, and, regrettably if I were ever to meet the Tony DiNozzo character, I would feel obligated to stuff him down the nearest sewer for what he has done to poor Timmy McGee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeopardy – I love playing but it’s become painfully obvious, I’m not Ken Jennings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castle – Hey, he’s hot, he’s witty and by his own admission, he is “ruggedly handsome” and best of all, he’s a writer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I can’t commit to watching a show every week. Can anybody? I mean, is there anyone who has seen every episode of 24 – in order? Or how about LOST? Has anyone seen every episode for six years? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/S8IYoLi0MuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PNOrzlnq7F8/s1600/castle+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/S8IYoLi0MuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PNOrzlnq7F8/s320/castle+2.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Rick Castle...Yes, definitely “ruggedly handsome.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25896906-120549882308147329?l=eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/120549882308147329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25896906&amp;postID=120549882308147329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/120549882308147329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/120549882308147329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/2010/04/making-commitment-once-again-im-on-road.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/S8IYoLi0MuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PNOrzlnq7F8/s72-c/castle+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906.post-3443736684585310679</id><published>2010-03-12T15:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:49:54.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Do you have a ‘Bucket List’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I had such fun writing this blog for the Loose Id Authors Coffeetime Romance Retreat, I thought I'd recycle it here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m asking this because I found mine while cleaning out the garage. (See the post on archeological digs.) Of course, when I wrote it, I called it Aims and Goals but since the movie everyone seems to know it as a Bucket List. Mine was written somewhere around my senior year in high school. I haven’t seen it for a long time, but I felt good that a lot of things were checked off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found interesting was not what I had or had not accomplished (although I was able to update it with several things I’d done since I’d last seen it) The thing I really found interesting was what I considered noteworthy to spend my time and energy on in my future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did go to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade (Boy, talk about a crowd of people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have been to the Grand Canyon. (Indescribable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I’ve never made it to Mardi Gras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have read War and Peace. (Loooong but so worth it) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I’ve never made it to the Olympic Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I’ve never been in Times Square on New Year’s Eve (And that’s probably a good thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the items were a bit surprising. "To go camping in Canada." Now, I’ve been to Canada several times and loved every minute of it, but camping??? Like in a tent and sleeping on the ground??? I don’t think so. I love nature but at night I need a hotel with cable and a hot shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking that it’s probably time to revise my list. Update it with things that mean more to me now, but ya know…I still want to see the Hoover Dam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25896906-3443736684585310679?l=eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/3443736684585310679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/3443736684585310679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/3443736684585310679'/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906.post-4998998644901140112</id><published>2010-03-12T15:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:40:40.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Anyone Else Doing An Archeological Dig?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I had such fun writing this blog for the Loose Id Authors Coffeetime Romance Retreat, I thought I'd recycle it here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/S5qmClm8lsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mj3aD48BkqQ/s1600-h/100_0789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/S5qmClm8lsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mj3aD48BkqQ/s320/100_0789.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we finally did it! &lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it was downright fun. &lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun, my husband and I are actually going to do it again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you silly! Not that! &lt;br /&gt;We had a garage sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time meeting people, complaining about the weather and handing off our discards to folks who thought they were treasures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually got rid of enough stuff that we can get to the other side of the garage to the stuff we really want to get rid of. (Hence the thought about doing it again.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven’t moved in a thousand years and things just piled up and piled up but they weren’t in the way so we had no incentive to do anything about it. Until my son moved back home after college…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hysterical some of the things we were saving. My husband had over 500 golf balls. (He’s not the greatest golfer in the world but he’s not THAT bad that he needs 500 gold balls.) I found my wedding album – from my first marriage. Somehow, I figure if I’ve been married for two decades to my second husband, I probably don’t need the pictures from the first. Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a tour guide pamphlet for Universal Studios in California. An adult admission price? $7.25! Children were $5.25! Today’s price? $69.00. I think I may hold onto this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea&amp;nbsp;why I'm saving&amp;nbsp;most of this stuff. Somewhere along the line it must have been important to me but now, I think the only ones who might be remotely interested in it are archeologists looking to explore the last few decades in Surburbia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25896906-4998998644901140112?l=eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/4998998644901140112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25896906&amp;postID=4998998644901140112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/4998998644901140112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/4998998644901140112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/2010/03/anyone-else-doing-archeological-dig-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/S5qmClm8lsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mj3aD48BkqQ/s72-c/100_0789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906.post-7056594351903729280</id><published>2010-02-20T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:40:30.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eileenannbrennan.com/images/LooseId.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://www.eileenannbrennan.com/images/LooseId.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Loose Id Unleashed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Join me beginning&amp;nbsp;March 1st and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Discover &lt;strong&gt;Love Unleashed&lt;/strong&gt; with your favorite Loose Id authors at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coffee Time Romance Readers' Retreat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/board/forumdisplay.php?f=1211"&gt;http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/board/forumdisplay.php?f=1211&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contests, Give-Aways and all sorts of exciting things will be happening everyday through March 20th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hang out with your favorite Loose Id Authors and learn how they write, what’s in the works, who their favorite authors are, and much, much more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll be hosting &lt;strong&gt;March 2nd&lt;/strong&gt; along with multi-published and incredibly talented&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Qwillia Rain&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throughout the month these wonderful Loose Id Authors will be stopping by the Reader’s Retreat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drop by their websites and check them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ali Katz&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.a-katz.com/"&gt;http://www.a-katz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber Green&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.shapeshiftersinlust.com/"&gt;http://www.shapeshiftersinlust.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda McBride &lt;a href="http://www.belindamcbride.com/"&gt;http://www.belindamcbride.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliza Gayle &lt;a href="http://elizagayle.net/"&gt;http://elizagayle.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.G. 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Vaughn &lt;a href="http://www.swvaughn.com/"&gt;http://www.swvaughn.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selena Illyria &lt;a href="http://www.selenaillyria.com/"&gt;http://www.selenaillyria.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne Rock &lt;a href="http://www.suzannerock.com/"&gt;http://www.suzannerock.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treva Harte&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.trevaharte.com/"&gt;http://www.trevaharte.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25896906-7056594351903729280?l=eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/7056594351903729280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25896906&amp;postID=7056594351903729280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/7056594351903729280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/7056594351903729280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/2010/02/loose-id-unleashed-join-me-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906.post-7110862002064668313</id><published>2010-02-02T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:13:18.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Come Join Me On February 9th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be guest blogging with Tracy Cooper Posey and her erotic romance alter ego, Teal Ceagh, on February 9th when my latest "Paranormal-Lite" novella,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Waltz Me Through Time,&lt;/em&gt; is released by Ellora's Cave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come chat with me over at &lt;a href="http://tracycooperposey.com/blog/"&gt;http://tracycooperposey.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt; and you'll have a chance to win either a copy of &lt;em&gt;Waltz Me Through Time&lt;/em&gt; or another one of my titles.&amp;nbsp; Hope to see you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley Caldwell is ecstatic to finally locate his wife after losing her during a lively dance…but he’s not thrilled with what he finds!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She doesn’t remember the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She doesn’t remember him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She doesn’t remember she belongs in 1902.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25896906-7110862002064668313?l=eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/7110862002064668313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25896906&amp;postID=7110862002064668313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/7110862002064668313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/7110862002064668313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/2010/02/come-join-me-on-february-9th-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906.post-3696458176730271519</id><published>2010-01-27T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:43:21.498-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upcoming Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paranormal Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellora&apos;s Cave'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/S2CrxZjUlNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lwJYh-NuR0w/s1600-h/waltzthrutime_msr+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/S2CrxZjUlNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lwJYh-NuR0w/s640/waltzthrutime_msr+(2).jpg" width="387" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Cover For &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Waltz&amp;nbsp;Me Through Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;I've just received the cover for my next release with Ellora's Cave. I absolutely love it! It captures the spirit of the story and especially the hero in his way-too-sexy tux. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Waltz Me Through Time is one of&amp;nbsp;Ellora's Cave's &lt;em&gt;Dance of Desire&lt;/em&gt; series and will be released on February 9th. It's another of my "paranormal lites" and with this one we do a bit of time traveling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;Juliana Douglas has a thriving antique shop and a boyfriend who is likely to propose any day. Everything is working out just as she wants it to…until a handsome stranger arrives from 1902 and claims she’s his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25896906-3696458176730271519?l=eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/3696458176730271519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25896906&amp;postID=3696458176730271519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/3696458176730271519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/3696458176730271519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/2010/01/cover-for-waltz-through-time-ive-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/S2CrxZjUlNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lwJYh-NuR0w/s72-c/waltzthrutime_msr+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906.post-3077221181798567269</id><published>2009-11-06T09:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:19:50.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;What To Do On A Cold and Nasty Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's the scenario.&lt;br /&gt;It's a cold and nasty day outside. You're off from work and spending the day at home...alone. Working on your Work In Progress isn't an option. So what do you do? (Oh, and we're going to keep this PG rated. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my list of top ten things to do on a nasty day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A TV Marathon. Watching an entire season of Mad Men, True Blood, Castle, The Soprano's or Family Guy until the characters are coming out my ears! My other option here would be a Movie Marathon with the entire Lord of the Rings series or all the Lethal Weapon movies. Oh my gosh, I could follow that up with the Die Hards or Terminators! Or maybe a Chick Flick Fiesta would be a good choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sorting through my TBR (To Be Read) shelf. It's embarrassing but&amp;nbsp;I easily have over 5000 books and let's face it. I'm never going to read all of them. Perhaps this would be a good opportunity to pass a few along. (If you've been on my shelf and&amp;nbsp;I haven't read you in 10 years, maybe we could find a better home for you.) WARNING: It's dangerous to thumb through any Keeper Books. That could put a quick end to "Sorting through the TBR shelf" and head straight into the next option...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Curling up with a good book. Nothing like meeting a to-die-for hero and watching as he and the heroine overcome their internal and external conflicts, make it past the Black Moment and arrive safely, if somewhat battered, at the HEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;Playing with the Wii, the X Box or whatever it is that I can't ever play with because everyone else in the family monopolizes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Shopping on the internet. Notice I didn't say "Buying on the internet". There is some really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; odd stuff for sale out there and it's not all on the X-rated sites. (This can be done between games of Sipder Solitaire.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Organizing my coupons. I religiously clip out coupons from the flyers that come with the Sunday newspaper. I toss them in a bin on the counter and leave them there until they expire. Perhaps this isn't the best use for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Figuring out how to work all the options and apps on my phone. I just got an iPhone and I will be 113 by the time I figure out how to work everything. (Somehow, I keep taking pictures of my floor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Doing a jigsaw puzzle. They really are fun. I'm exceptionally good at the ones with cardboard backing for ages 3 to 5. Speaking of puzzles, my all time favorites are the Sudoku number puzzles. I feel so clever when I solve one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Turning off the phone, Turning on the wind machine and taking a nap. Naps are one of the incredibly under-rated joys of life and they just make everything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. One day, I might try taking the laundry off the treadmill where it's been hanging for the last three years and give that machine a try. There really was another reason besides clothes storage that&amp;nbsp;I bought it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll notice I haven't included any of that clean out the linen closet/refrigerator/garage/attic stuff. The day is dreary and nasty already. Why make it worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25896906-3077221181798567269?l=eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/3077221181798567269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25896906&amp;postID=3077221181798567269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/3077221181798567269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/3077221181798567269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-heres-scenario.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906.post-1338775600093542394</id><published>2009-07-13T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:44:27.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put up this blog a few weeks ago and then kinda let it go because I didn't really have anything to exciting to post. I don't lead the type of life that has the paparazzi chasing me and I didn't think anyone really wanted to read about how I spend my day avoiding housework and keeping tabs on the neighborhood. (My office faces the street and you'd be amazed what people do in public!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had an absolutely marvelous time participating in a book signing with the First Coast Romance Writers yesterday at the local Borders bookstore. It was wonderful to see all the members who came out to support the group and the community involvement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/SltaiqvYmAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IlNN1GZz0nk/s1600-h/Nancy+with+Beach+Bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/Slta1TU2XTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cZ80nM6uXk0/s1600-h/100_0682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357976053454626098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/Slta1TU2XTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cZ80nM6uXk0/s320/100_0682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/SltaYfIf06I/AAAAAAAAAGg/BtUA9xdvrB0/s1600-h/100_0682.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/SltatWPw_iI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mug3uv8xkKE/s1600-h/Nancy+with+Beach+Bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357975916799655458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/SltatWPw_iI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mug3uv8xkKE/s320/Nancy+with+Beach+Bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Haddock, author of &lt;em&gt;Last Vampire Standing&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;La Vida Vampire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/SltWsToJ30I/AAAAAAAAAFo/9fJztkdirsU/s1600-h/100_0682.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357974677602240514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/SltZlN4FCAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sglo7nlT-qU/s320/100_0689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Merrillee Whren, Harlequin Love Inspired author with Alyssa Day NYT and USA Today Best Selling author of The Warriors of Poseidon series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357974458766361122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/SltZYepigiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ox0cWO6RbrU/s320/100_0688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Donna McAteer, author of the Bliss Society Series with Violet Rightmire, author of &lt;em&gt;Dancing in Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/SltZPAnNIJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QLWeWrhLBrc/s1600-h/100_0687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357974296084684946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/SltZPAnNIJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QLWeWrhLBrc/s320/100_0687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia Hawke author of &lt;em&gt;Firetrail&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Perfect Disguise &lt;/em&gt;which have both been made into motion pictures chatting with Harlequin Intrigue author Tracy Montoya (center) and Anita Lourcey Tooke (right) author of &lt;em&gt;Out of Her Dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357973494975385090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/SltYgYP3TgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RSIk8etga2w/s320/100_0686.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catherine Kean, author of &lt;em&gt;A Knight's Temptation&lt;/em&gt; with Maggie Toussaint &lt;em&gt;In for A Penny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow in the excitement, I missed a few snapshots. Apologies to Cheryl Norman and Renee Ryan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shortly, I'm heading out to the airport - about 3 hours from here - to pick up my daughter who has been on a study abroad program in Russia. I should have some &lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt; pictures to share from that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for stopping by! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25896906-1338775600093542394?l=eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/1338775600093542394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25896906&amp;postID=1338775600093542394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/1338775600093542394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/1338775600093542394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-i-put-up-this-blog-few-weeks-ago-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/Slta1TU2XTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cZ80nM6uXk0/s72-c/100_0682.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906.post-7687973008017652274</id><published>2009-06-23T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:40:26.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/SkDSujsl9vI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Q9mfE-wfuqQ/s1600-h/2009+Postcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350508054614243058" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/SkDSujsl9vI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Q9mfE-wfuqQ/s320/2009+Postcard.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 217px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: arial; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to Eileen Ann Brennan's Blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Contemporary and Historical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tinge of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mystery and Magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25896906-7687973008017652274?l=eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/7687973008017652274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25896906&amp;postID=7687973008017652274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/7687973008017652274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/7687973008017652274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/2009/06/site-under-construction-please-check.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/SkDSujsl9vI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Q9mfE-wfuqQ/s72-c/2009+Postcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25896906.post-326274241379307888</id><published>2007-08-23T04:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:15:50.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I’m taking my inspiration from Darragha Foster who blogged Saturday. (Hugs and good luck, Darragha!!) I thought I’d share a little about what’s happening in my life.  Like her, I decided I was going to take control. I set out on a definitive course of action to do something about my inability to live the life I wanted.  Let me digress…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several months ago, I heard they were going to make a Bionic Woman movie and I decided I wanted the starring role! So I started making a few changes.  Little by little, I knew I could change enough to grab that plum of a role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured carpal tunnel syndrome had no place in a bionic woman’s life. How can I fire my super-secret laser gun if my fingers don’t move?. In just a few visits, Dr. Four-Foot-Needles took care of that problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about that rotator cuff injury I got playing backup quarterback for Peyton Manning in the Super Bowl? (Wasn’t I awesome?) How will I be able to throw rapid fire projectiles to bring down the fleeing bad guys?. This time, it took a visit to Dr. Close-Your-Eyes-And-Count-Back-From-Ten.  Hey, no problem! Ten—&lt;br /&gt;All fixed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what about the knee injury I received when I hurled myself in front of that goal David Beckham ALMOST got?  How am I going to do all those snappy Kung-Fu kicks that are just soooo Bionic Woman?  Another date with Dr. Close-Your-Eyes ought to fix this.  This time, I didn’t even make it to ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’m almost ready for my close up, Mr. DeMille, but that hip.  The whole thing just isn’t working for me anymore.  We really need to simply start all over and replace it. This time when Dr. Close-Your-Eyes showed up and his medical bag of tricks contained a hammer and saw, I didn’t need to count to anything. (YIKES!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine, my husband thinks I’m having an affair with Dr. Close-Your-Eyes, who also ‘did my toe’ (Now doesn’t that sound provocative?) last year.  Trust me, if I were going to have an affair, I’d sure pick an easier cover than this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of my wonderful physical therapist, Diane-the-Mauler, who received her degree at the Marquis de Sade School of Therapy, my bionic body parts are almost all in working order. I’ve still got my cane (and top hat, of course) but it should go by the wayside in a few weeks.  I figure I’m now a shoo-in for the starring part in the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s how I spent my summer – spring, winter and, hopefully, not fall — vacation.  I’ve also spent the time dreaming up intriguing plots, devastating heroes and feisty heroines that I can’t get on paper – or computer – fast enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, trivia time!  Let me know if you remember the name of the original Bionic Woman and the actress who played her on TV (Don’t all google at once &lt;g&gt;).  I’ll do a random drawing and send the winner a copy of CAPTURED, the second book in the Le Monte Dynasty series.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for blogging with me and have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25896906-326274241379307888?l=eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/feeds/326274241379307888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25896906&amp;postID=326274241379307888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/326274241379307888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25896906/posts/default/326274241379307888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenannbrennan.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-im-taking-my-inspiration-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ann Brennan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680135987068218222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__sn3her0nyg/TTtK1jMMgBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UDvejCsijP4/s1600/findingsean_lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
