Good news today from publisher no. 1: they've settled on the name for the third contemporary. Everybody Loves a Hero! I love this name, which is absolutely perfect for the book. Here's the blurb, in case you haven't seen it:
Everybody loves a hero. That's the problem.
Hero pilot Cole Langston is learning to live with—and enjoy—his newfound fame and the rabid female attention that comes with it until a lucky punch knocks some sense into him and opens his eyes to true love.
When his copilot suffers a heart attack in flight, Cole lands the jetliner in a blizzard and revives the stricken captain. Catapulted to national hero status, Cole has more women vying for his attention than he knows what to do with. They all have one thing in common: they try without success to bring this happy-go-lucky pilot down to earth. Then comes an airport altercation, a punch to the face, and the lovely Olivia—a shy, timid artist who does what no other woman has ever managed to do: steal Cole's well-protected heart. With women coming on to him everywhere they go, Olivia struggles to believe that Cole is ready for a committed relationship. His biggest problem is getting rid of all his extra ladies before the only one he wants figures out that she's one of many.
Looking forward to getting this book out there next spring! I hope you'll enjoy it.
Let's see... what else? I am very sad for my good friends in Nashville this week. The images of the flooding are just heartbreaking. I was so looking forward to returning to Nashville for RWA's conference this summer, but now it appears it will be relocated. That is the least of the concerns, however, when stacked against the human tragedy unfolding there and in the Gulf Coast region, another of my favorite places to visit. I was in New Orleans last June for the first time since Katrina, and thought the city seemed to be doing well and coming back strong. And now this...
I'm also sad to mark the one-year anniversary since my darling Consuela died. It's hard to believe it's already been a year since we lost her happy face and sweet disposition. The puppy known as Brandy has helped to lift our spirits, but we still miss "Lala" every day. I hope she is up there in the happy hunting ground giggling at the antics of her successor, who is giving us a run for our money. I think Consuela and Roscoe sent Brandy to us to remind us of how very good we once had it. Not that we needed any reminder!