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Hot Chocolate is available as an ebook and paperback. It is 477 pages long, including reviews, snippets from the book, acknowledgements and dedications, the entire story told in 44 chapters. At the back of the book you will find eight mouth-watering recipes, and a look at book two in the Hot Chocolate series: Bitter Chocolate.
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How Janet Evanovich changed my life -- Everything had been going gung ho from 2000-2002. My new dog book (The Puppy Baby Book) just launched and won an IPPY award shortly after publication.Artistic Origins, my technical writing business, was thriving with contracts/work, and I was renovating my new house. While that part of my life was great, my dating life was non-existent. It had been six (6) years since I even HAD a date. That is not a typo.I guess there is a reason for some things and we just have to wait until the veil lifts to see clearly.You are most likely sitting there wondering what on earth does this has to do with Janet Evanovich, but I promise you, it is coming. Bear with me.A guy roared into my life in early 2002 and swept me off my feet. I was blindsided. I ended up selling my house, moving out of state and living an idyllic lifestyle for one year. At that point, the great grandfather of all disasters struck. I should have asked way more questions than I did prior to moving, but I did not. Oh well...Toward the end of summer in 2003, you-know-what hit the fan. I am talking beyond bucketfuls - it was clearly by the dump truck-full. In a nutshell, within minutes on that fateful day I was not only destitute, but had nowhere to go. I was homeless! Good friends back in Houston took up a collection so I could move back home.Then even MORE you-know-what hit the fan. I couldn't find work. It seems that while I was off lolly-gagging in my new princess lifestyle, technical writing had been outsourced overseas.If that isn't enough, like rubbing a raw onion into an oozing sore, I had to hire an attorney to handle the nightmare legal mess, which had me living in fear.And because all those jobs were outsourced, I did not work for the remainder of 2003 through 2005. My resume went around the country and around the globe with little or no response. I lived off credit cards and the charity of friends and family.My brain was frozen and I could not write one word. Total creative shut down for months.Then, someone gave me a battered copy of One for the Money by Janet Evanovich. I read that paperback overnight.O M G! That book changed my life!I loved Stephanie Plum. What a sassy, wild and crazy gal! I loved Lula! I loved Morelli. I loved Ranger. I loved Grandma Mazur. I loved all the wacky characters that poured out of Janet Evanovichs head.Then, one night I had a crazy dream about this wealthy woman named Lila Mae Alcott whose family was rich out the wazoo from their chocolate empire.I must have had a hot fudge sundae or something before bedtime for that to end up in my head.Hence, my mystery novel Hot Chocolate was born. And my characters are so sassy and outrageous, but unlike Stephanie Plum, these gals are middle-aged wealthy women from Houston's elite River Oaks!Janet uplifted me. Those characters were in my brain cells. I started writing again.Work came through. A gigantic technical writing project dropped into my lap. I could hardly believe my good fortune.Over the next two years I bought every Stephanie Plum book that I could get my hands on.So - many, many thanks to Janet Evanovich! Janet taught me so much about writing and characters. I love her. I hope I get to meet her in person one of these days!From the Inside Flap:
Snippets from the book:
"Are you going for the "I'm sixty-six and have Alzheimer's so I won't remember this ensemble tomorrow' look?" Lila Mae threw at her older sister.
"That beauty queen title was forty-plus years ago, Lila Mae. You are no longer classified as a 'girl.' You qualify for all of the senior citizen discounts, which you refuse, I might add," Madge heckled.
"Madge, our baby sister is a middle-aged woman who doesn't give a rat's tail about anyone else's feelings. At last count, she had a staff of twelve, including the two alternating nurses. I think she can quit the hand-wringing and make her bridge club without missing a beat," Lila Mae fumed.
"The girls," as Walter was fond of referring to the three Alcott sisters, were icily keeping their distance from one another.
Dorothea's caramel-colored Bentley pulled up to the five-car garage alongside the ten-thousand, four-hundred square-foot mansion.
...she arrived at the second floor landing, Dorothea was greeted with a distasteful and horrific sight: rear cleavage - the butt crack peering out of a pair of very wide jeans. "Let me be blunt...you either need to wear underwear, or secure your shirt inside your pants with a good-fitting belt," Dorothea broiled.
"Giant plops of cow poop's getting ready to hit the fan." Lila Mae said.
The gang arrived at Dorothea's like a motorcade - three Bentleys followed by a Mercedes, a Cadillac, a Lexus, and a Volvo. Car doors opened and shut.
"So, people drink at happy hour," Madge insisted. She turned in her seat to Amelia. "What do you think, Amelia? Is this enough of a situation to warrant a drink?"
"I say we get wasted," Amelia said.
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Book Description Artistic Origins, 2012. Paperback. Condition: New. Seller Inventory # DADAX097011379X