Sunday, October 30, 2011


10. Women can balance a checkbook and stick with a budget.

9. If the legislature can’t come to a decision in a timely manner, they will be put in time out together until they agree with each other.

8. There would be no unemployment because if you don’t have something to do, she will find you something.

7. Nobody would go to bed hungry or angry.

6. Other countries would treat us well. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” translates into many languages and is recognized all over the world.

5. Countries run by women would be our best allies because summit meetings would include a shoe shopping trip and girls night out.

4. We would finally attain world peace by following her advice, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.”

3. Everyone would have on clean underwear, just in case of an accident.

2. Nothing would get by her since she has eyes in the back of her head.

1. An afternoon nap would be mandatory for all students and employees.


Thanks for reading, guys!  Downloads have been really good this month and I hope each and every one of you are enjoying them.  Keep watching Facebook and this blog closely -- the next and final book of my SEALS, Inc. series is due out sometime in November.

Also, please take the opportunity to post a review when you download - I love feedback from my readers.  And, when you register in Smashwords, you have the opportunity to add authors to your "favorites". 

Remember to visit my website too!

Until next week,



Never turn your back on a charging turtle

Wednesday, October 26, 2011


Hey guys -- my website has been updated!  There's now a section devoted to my SEALS, Inc. series.  By the way, stay tuned because the next and final book in the series should be out in November.

Also, I now have an author's page at Book Junkies Library (

Thanks for reading,

Andy Brown/

Saturday, October 22, 2011


As I sit at my computer to write this blog, my mind starts to wander. What if life was more like a romance novel?

Women would still have problems, but they would always be resolved quickly and correctly.

Men would lower the toilet seat and the floor would remain dry.

Men would be muscular with washboard abs and a tight butt, even when he reached middle age and senior status.

We could eat anything we wanted and never gain weight.

Our hair, skin, nails, and make up would always be perfect.

Men would make sure we always have the big O multiple times and then snuggle instead of turning over and sleeping.

Men and women would both be independently wealthy, yet not spend much time at work.

Men would always know just how much time we needed with him and how much alone or girl time we needed.

But seriously, if life was really like that, why would we need to read romance novels?


Have you visited my website? or friended me on Facebook?

And  now the first three books in my SEALS, Inc. series are available at

Leather, Lace and Rock-N-Roll (Rachel and Hawke's story)

Outspoken Angel (Cameron and Max's story)

Freaky by Nature (Holly and Brett's story)

Until next week,


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Why not have your cake and eat it too?  It's cake ... what else are you going to do with it? 
                                                                     -- Anonymous

Tuesday, October 18, 2011


My newest release, Freaky By Nature, is now available at

This is the third book in my SEALS, Inc. series and the story of Brett Steele and Holly London.  If you missed the first two books in the series, they are available on Smashwords also.  Leather, Lace and Rock-N-Roll, and Outspoken Angel.

For followers of my blog and my friends on Facebook, I am offering a free download coupon for Freaky By Nature but only for the next 48 hours.  Email me at mia_dymond at for the code.

Remember, you can also find me on the web:

Thanks for your support!!


Sunday, October 16, 2011


I think I finally figured out why I write romance novels.
Yesterday, I broke down and decided to bake a batch of walnut brownies.  Not from a mix, mind you, but from scratch.  I measured, stirred, measured, then stirred again until finally the chocolate concoction was ready to be baked.  Very carefully I poured the mix into the baking pan, taking great care to keep the dripping chocolate in the pan and off the counter.  Then I popped the pan into the oven.  During cleanup, I scrubbed down the counters, gathered the eggshells into a pile, scooped everything up into a pile, and headed for the trash can.  And there I stood, my hands full of paper towels and egg "juice".  Why is it I am the only person in the house who finds it logical to replace the liner when the old one is removed?  My hero never forgets to replace the bag.  
Hot and sweaty, I headed for the shower.  Nothing like a nice, warm shower to wash away egg whites and frustration.  I leaned over the tub, turned on the faucets and then sighed.  Why is it I am the only person in the house who finds it logical to wash out the shower when I'm finished?  My hero always remembers to clean the shower (although most of the time he doesn't shower alone...)
After wiping out the shower, I started the process again.  This time, mother nature called while the water warmed.  I sat on the toilet and almost fell in.  I don't need to explain why.  My hero NEVER puts me in that position.
By the time I finished the shower, the timer on the stove beeped to tell me the brownies were done.  I pulled the steaming pan from the oven, cut them into squares, and managed to get one out and onto a plate.   Nothing like a nice, warm brownie and a cold glass of milk.  I stepped to the refrigerator and opened the door.  Why is it I am the only person in the house who doesn't replace the milk carton when there is only a dribble of milk left inside?  You get the point ... my hero always leaves the last glass of milk for me.
This is why I write romance novels. 

Have you visited my webpage yet?
And remember, my books are available at

Until next week,

Thought for the week:
Normal around here is just a setting on the dryer --Anonymous

Sunday, October 9, 2011


Here it is, one of the busiest seasons of the year.  For me, anyway.  Football season.  Only, I spend game days differently than most. 

I run around like a chicken with my head cut off, gathering supplies, collecting last-minute donations and sometimes, making a few unplanned trips to the doctor's office.

My daughter is a college cheerleader. One that flies through the air and balances on one leg however-many-feet off the ground.

Honestly, the whole things makes me a nervous wreck.  And if she didn't weigh her whole 100 pounds, and her fit, buff, muscular partner his whole 200 pounds (MANY thanks to his mother for feeding him so well), I would spend most of the game passed out on the cold, hard bleachers.

Yet, I persevere.  I trust the handsome young man to catch her every single time she goes up.  Even if he did accidentally break her nose last season.

It's true when they say we'll do whatever it takes to support our children.  In my case, it's a bottle of anxiety medication.

My new website is now up and running.  You can access it at 
And, if you're new to my blog, my books are available on Smashwords.



Until next week.


Thought for the week:

When somebody tells you nothing is impossible, ask him to dribble a football.

Saturday, October 1, 2011


I really thought I had this computer stuff down, but recently I found out I was wrong.  With a lot of practice, I've managed to fumble my way through e-mail.  Since I get loads of e-mail, I decided to organize my inbox by creating folders to store mail until I've had a chance to respond.  I also organized by contacts into groups. A fairly normal, easy function for most people.  Except me.

I'm not really a superstitious person, but I check my horoscope every morning.  If it's good, I take it to heart and tell my best friend, Ann.  If it's bad, I tell Ann I don't even believe in that stuff. 

Last Saturday morning, the stars were shining on me.  Since it was the weekend and I wouldn't see Ann until Monday, I decided to e-mail her a copy of the horoscope with a comment.  A private comment.

Now I know how to send e-mail to ALL the people in my "friends" folder.  See, I accidentally addressed my e-mail to every single contact in my "friends" folder, and my private comment became public.  To make matters worse, Ann didn't realize what I'd done (she's still learning about e-mail too) and she sent a reply.  Which was also sent to every single contact in my "friends" folder, some of whom chose to respond by telling me I shouldn't believe in that trash.

Embarrassed to no end, I called Ann for comfort.  Like a true best friend, she told me not to worry.  "At least we weren't gossiping," she said.  That's why she's the best friend.

If you can "undo" things you've done on your computer, shouldn't you be able to "unsend" an e-mail?  Someone really needs to work on that.

Be sure to check out my books on Smashwords!!!  Downloads are good!!!  Thanks for your support!!

Leather, Lace and Rock-N-Roll
Outspoken Angel

Until next week,


Thought for the week:

The road to success is always under construction