Glamor Shots

You know we romance authors love our lives of luxury. Below are our glamorous abode, the Hilton Ghetto.

This is the hallway that leads to the dungeon. It's partially wallpapered. If you look up, you can see the beautiful lighting.

Closeup of the lighting that is so essential for our beauty and writing. Notice the hole in the wall.

That is the ceiling. Hmm. Beautiful post modern arti-deco.

I got my hair dryer. There's still no clock. One of the other girls didn't have a bathroom door. The only saving grace of our fine abode is the nice new showerhead that have the killing needles of wake-upness.

Ah well.

The photos you really want to see will have to wait till there is better internet somewhere OUTSIDE PITTSBURGH. These three alone took me seven attempts. You know I have other authorly duties, so I can't go around the 'hood hunting for the magic vortex, even though I KNOW you're dying to see Heather Graham as Carmen Miranda, Mr. Romance 2006 with just his suspenders, the beautiful Lauren Dane happily dancing away, and the wraiths and whatnots wandering through the fairyball.

Things of note:

1) I drank Christine Feehan bottled water. I am now officially a Carpathian.

2) Nice hotel staff to one author: "Good evening and have a nice ball."
(Holding open door)
Author to hotel staff: "Thank you, and you too."
Author's sidekick: "But he's not going to the ball."
Author, without missing a beat: "Oh yeah, that's right. He's already got two balls he can enjoy."
(Hotel staff was left laughing and snorting uncontrollably)

3) There was a mock public hanging at a luncheon. It was very surreal, munching on apple pie and watching a woman being hanged.

Got to post this before the Vortex disappears. I miss my Bad Puppy. He would love all these romance books sitting on the table.