And more or less alive after my session in the gym this morning- yes, it’s going well, thank you Paul. I just love this uncoordinated sweaty exercise- that would be me, not you, Paul- you don’t break sweat, you just yawn (inwardly and invisibly) (but I know) (and who can blame you?!!!)

We have discovered, Paul and I, that not only do I have zero sense of balance, but when it comes to coordination I am educationally so gym-impoverished its just not possible to measure my ineptitude.

However, with the promise of family ski craziness in Val d’Isere, I press on.

(Why can everyone ski better than me?)

(Please don’t answer that, Paul)

But blimey O’Reilly, when it comes to the old scribing I seem to be doing something right-

Thank you so much to everyone for loving my prince with a penchant for unusual activities in the grape treading arena, (The Prince’s Arranged Bride) my sheikh with a willingness to acknowledge a girl’s innermost needs, (Desert King, Pregnant Mistress) and a soldier who is badder than he oughta be. (Housekeeper At His Beck And Call) So glad you liked, Alessandro, Kahl and Cade, ladies.

And batten down the hatches and get out the hard hat (that’s a memo to self) for a reprint of Virgin for Sale. If you like a bit of hanky spanky, March 2009 is your month- though I’m a little concerned that the anthology is called The Millionaire’s Virgin (perhaps it’s a sign of the credit crunch hitting our titles…) I do think The Billionaire’s Virgin has a much better ring to it.

And talking of anthologies- here’s another

This includes a reprint of The French Count’s Mistress, which, as I have only just put a French Count to bed- so to speak- in Count Maxime’s Virgin- is a delicious surfeit of French Counts.

What else can I tell you? I had a great little session in the Saltaire bookshop- Hi, there, everyone! And plugged my good mate Kate Walker’s fab book: The 12 Point Guide to Writing Romance. Ain’t none better folks… (never said grammar was my strong point, did I?)

Was almost adopted by a cat today- so sad that all living here are allergic to cats- I love them. Had to turn poor moggie away, but if he/she returns tomorrow cannot promise to be so strong…

The Betster rules- though she hates fireworks still and will be better when November’s over.

And let’s end with the Adorabubbles.

By ‘eck it’s like I’ve never been away!

Waving madly (How else would I wave?)

Sxxx