Sunday, February 2, 2020
Valentine's Day is just around the corner. And what says love more than a boy in love pursuing a girl (well, maybe a girl pursuing another girl)? Enjoy some Jason Mraz during this month of love. You and I both deserve it (see what I did there?).
Sunday, January 12, 2020
This guy, Kumail Nanjiani, is my January inspiration on so many levels.
1. He could be two different types of heroes. The guy on the left looks like a great beta hero, fit for a chick lit type romance. The guy on the right is a total Alpha, ready to rip off my heroine's clothes. Both are yummy in their own way.
2. This guy could be the before and after in the same novel, going through a great transformation and learning a lot about himself his love and along with way. Hmm, I'll have to put that in my idea folder.
3. And lastly, this guy is totally inspiring me to get on my diet and exercise grind. It's a new year, heck it's a new decade and I need to get on it.
Thanks Kumail for inspiring me this month!
Sunday, December 1, 2019
This Thanksgiving I celebrated by going to the movies, a rarity for me. Queen and Slim was opening and I wanted to see if the movie was as interesting as the trailer. It is. It's interesting, atmospheric and dare I say, sexy. But more than sexy, it showcases something we rarely get to see in the movies, black love. Black people falling in love. And that is powerful. Too often black folks aren't allowed to be anything but the best friend in someone else's love story (see the Hallmark Channel). But in Queen and Slim black folks get to be the love story. There's more to the movie than love, a lot more. However, I contend that it might be the love message that is its most powerful one. Do yourself a favor and go see this love story evolve.
Saturday, November 2, 2019
Although it's very cliched, my stories are inspired by all types of things and situations.This summer I went to Chicago to meet up with a bunch of my college friends. I had a fabulous long weekend with them, and after a while we began reminiscing about our classmates. And then we began spying on them via Facebook. Don't act surprised, you'd do it too. We landed on one classmates's page and my friend Aimee scrolled through her wedding pics. Ms. X just got married to another classmate, and get this, they'd found each other at our last reunion. Back then they ran in totally different circles but fast-forward twenty years and a hell of a lot more experience and they've fallen into each other's arms. Thus my new romance was born. It's all about Bailey and Sam, two women who were worlds apart in college who come back for their reunion and discover each other and love. I'm super excited to write this story and share it with you. Hopefully it will make you sigh as much as I sighed over my classmates' romance.
Thursday, October 10, 2019
This month's blog post comes to you from Amsterdam. I'm here vacationing with friends, enjoying the laid back European atmosphere. I have to confess that like many folks who come to this lovely city, I've made it a point to hang out in the Red Light District. And yes, I've gone to one of those shows. And yes, it is odd to watch people you don't know getting down, (though possibly less odd than if you knew them ?). While I was sitting in the theater watching people doing the do, I couldn't help but come up with ideas for romance novels--what would happen if you met a stranger in a club, what would happen if you worked in a sex club, what would happen if you were a stripper...? So even dens of iniquity can spark the imagination and tickle my romance bone. So what has recently tickled your romance bone? If nothing has, I suggest going to Amsterdam. And tell them Mila sent you.
Sunday, September 1, 2019
Fall is in the air, and for some reason that reminds me of love, probably because it reminds me of needing to snuggle up with my honey to stay warm. What better way to celebrate fall and love than a poem? And who is better with words than Shakespeare? So I give you Sonnet 116:
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.