USA Today bestselling author Jennifer L. Hart

He flashed me a whiter than Vanna White smile, which only succeeded in making me feel like dweeby Pat Sajak. I guess that meant God was Merv Griffin and He was laughing His ass off. The handsome stranger held his hand out to me and for some bizarre reason, I took it. He pulled me to my feet and then turned to walk away. I stared at his backside, wondering if I had hit my head at some point, sure this couldn’t be real because Merv Griffin only knows—actual people weren’t so glorious. Now Available for Kindle and Nook and PDF download from All Romance ebooks .

I have re-released the first Laundry Hag mystery. Skeletons in the Closet for Kindle and Nook . Available now only 2.99!

I could not be more proud of Who Needs A Hero? or of myself for making it happen. The book looks glorious, both in print and ebook versions and it is the story I wanted to tell, not neutered to fit some conventionally accepted mold. It's my best seller on both Kindle and Nook within two weeks of its release. The decision to self-publish is never an easy one for me. I obsess over details and even though I have some fantastic beta readers and the best critique partner ever to live, but the final product is all on my shoulders. That's a lot of weight. Could I find a small or e-press that would be willing to take on my story? Yes, but probably not without significant edits. Sometimes editing is just what a book needs, cleaning up ideas to paint a better picture and slashing useless drivel that makes the story drag like a government job. And sometimes it hurts the product, and the writer, in the process. This book is my baby, my love letter to my all-time favorite couple. If there ...

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Feels like forever since my last Six Sentence Sunday post! Good to be back and squee with me because my all time favorite couple is gearing up for a new release! Available Tuesday, 7/12/2011 A sneak peak into Maggie's head. Watch out for the brambles, crime scene tape and shards of broken glass! He’s married, for the love of Pete! “Maggie,” Neil whispered. I couldn’t say anything, wanting so much to leap at him and tell him everything, spill all my crazy secrets in his lap, even though it wasn’t fair to Neil, he hadn’t signed on to be my object of lust/therapist. God alone knew which I needed more desperately. “Blink if you’re all right.” Snap out of it before you start to drool, moron! Be sure to stop back on Tuesday for ebook buy links, fun snippets and more hagtasticness. I know, I'm just making up words at this point. And click on the banner for more Six Sentence Sunday goodness!

You have no idea how gratifying this is. My goodreads giveaway for Who Needs A Hero? went live yesterday evening. So far eighty people have signed up for a chance to win a hard copy of his book! I just ordered my proof copy to review and I plan on taking it to New York with me to check for errors and any last minute typos. If it looks good, I'll pass it along to the Reading Reviewer, Mary Grimlich. It's going to be a very busy week for me, my first ever RWA national conference. I'm looking forward to seeing the Sanibel Divas who are attending and meeting up with members of the sci-fi romance brigade. I've already packed my Star Trek: The Next Generation communicator pin to wear to The Gathering and after some clever packing, have plenty of room in my suitcase for books! And I promise, as soon as I get back I'll be back to work, preparing for the Who Needs A Hero? release and maybe even writing on Laundry Hag 3: All Washed Up . One thing at a time thoug...

From my July ebook release, Who Needs A Hero? “Hi, you’ve reached the Phillips residence….” The same automated message I had heard that morning, so I decided not to monkey with it. Amber would get to it when she felt like it. I had bigger problems. “Joshua?” I called again over the machine, wondering where the kid had gone. I’d been in charge for five minutes and the house looked like hell, the baby remained diaper-less, the toddler was UA, and my dress had been soaked in pee. The fryer at McDonalds was looking better and better.