Special Guest Blog: My Friend, Wendi Zwaduk!

Give a HUGE round of applause to Wendi Zwaduk a friend and crit partner that I just had to host. She's having a whirlwind tour of the blogosphere via Goddess Fish Promotions to celebrate the release of not one, but TWO eBooks -- "Right Where I Need to Be", a contemporary romance from The Wild Rose Press and "Learning How to Bend" a contemporary erotic romance from Total-e-Bound!!!

Even cooler, if you leave a comment today, you're entered to win your choice of one of her books in eBook format. So -- tell Wendi what you think about her answers to my goofy questions.

Now: here's Wendi!
Tell me five things I probably don’t know about you and that most folks wouldn’t guess.

1. I am scared to death of roller coasters. When i was a kid, my folks said, yeah, go ahead and ride on them (at our semi loval amusement park - Cedar Point). The moment we got to the first hill, my stomach dropped to my knees. No joke. I wanted to scream, throw up, and get the heck off the coaster. So when I dated my DH, he says, heck yeah, we're gonna ride all the coasters... I did... but lemme tell you, my idea of fun is so not going upside down on a rollercoaster. I'd rather have a root canal.

2. I kill plants. Not that it's intentional, but if it comes to growing those little green things that live in pots and are supposed to brighten the day... yeah, i either over-water or underwater and they end up limp and most likely dead. I once had this gorgeous Lilly DH bought me. He promised me... put it outside and it'll come back and be pretty. I followed his directions. Needless to say, it's a brown lump in the front flower bed.

3. I'm not a dog person. Really. I'm a cat person, but each time I go to the animal shelter or watch those irksome commercials for the ASPCA, I want to take all the critters home. If I could make my choice and have the pets of my dreams, I'd have a Maine Coon cat and as many strays that i could find... but DH is allergic and he's a dog person, so my house is two dogs and one cat.

4. I"m scared of dead things. I know, I know, I wrote a story about a vampire, who is technically the undead, but if something keels over in my yard, it freaks me out. The only time I didn't freak out was when my poor Rusty passed and when I had to bury my Messiah kitty. That I can handle. If there is a dead bird in the yard, you bet your bottom I'll see it, scream, and hide in the house. I know it won't get me or whatever, but it still gives me the heebie jeebies.

5. I hate band-aids. I'm not real keen on things sticking to me. I like to have room to breathe. When I was a kid and I'd get hurt, the first thing out of mom's mouth was, 'Let's put a band-aid on it.' I'd run like heck the other direction. Those things, if left on, collect hairs in the sticky part, and those little black marks happen if you have to leave them on over night. :::shudder:::: They just squick me out. You're probably laughing hysterically. That's fine. As long as you don't chase me down with a band-aid we'll be just fine.

Fill In the Blank(s): If it's the last thing I do, I'm going to ________

If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to learn how to drive a stick shift car. Yes, ma'am. I have no coordination when it comes to driving, but knowing when to press the clutch is beyond me. DH keeps trying to teach me to drive his truck, which is stick, but when I get in the truck, my brain goes into frozen mode and I cannot get the hang of pressing the clutch. That, and I'm afraid I'm going to screw up and destroy the transmission. I have this fear that I'll press the accelerator too early, the transmission gets messed up, and I come to a slow, aching stop with parts and pieces falling out from under the truck. Oh, and there's that dirty look DH gets on his face when I destroy something (even if it's an accident).

Write me a paragraph using the following three words: THIRSTY, STRAWBERRY, BEACH

Luke stared across his desk. Reese knew how to push his buttons with the most innocuous actions. Eating a strawberry shouldn't turn him on, but each time she bit into the juicy fruit, his mouth watered. He'd drank from her only that morning, slaking his need for her blood. But seeing her lick the sticky liquid from her crimson lips made him thirsty for her once more. He rubbed his thumb over the frosty glass dribbling condensation onto the polished surface of his desk. Any moment now, she'd finish the berry and sip her Sex on the Beach drink. At this rate, he'd never last. He needed her--now.

Any news you’d like to share?

I have my first paranormal novel coming out this Winter from Total-E-Bound, entitled "My Immortal". The follow up to my novel "Right Where I Need to Be" is in progress and I hope to submit it later this year. I also have the follow-up to my short story "Learning How to Bend" coming out at the end of June. It's called, "Must Be Doing Something Right."

I can't help it, I have to share at least one of her book videos along with the blurbs for the story:

"Right Where I Need to Be"

Sometimes the love of your life isn’t the one you expect, but he’s the one you need.

Cass Jenson needs an actor for her made for TV movie. The previous actor dropped out, leaving her stranded. Her savior shows up looking sinfully sexy and totally right for the part, but what part is she auditioning him for? Her movie or her bed?

Logan Malone needs an acting job and fast. With his string of broken hearts, his professional life lies in shambles. To resurrect his career, he must audition for a television role which could be the job of a lifetime. That is, if he can work with distraction and Cass is a major distraction with a heart of gold. Is their budding relationship enough to survive separation, lies, and a couple zany fans?



You can visit Wendi at her website and blog.