Just One Taste delves into the scrumptious secrets of aphrodisiacs, and pits ex-con artist Wes against genius (and Nerd Extraordinaire) Rosemary. These two are a clear case of opposites attracting…and striking sparks!

He has a hungry mind.

Bad-boy chef Wes Murphy dreads his final semester cooking class—Food Chemistry 101—until he meets the new substitute teacher. Dr. Rosemary Wilkins is a feast for the eyes, though her approach to food is strictly academic. So Wes decides to rattle her Bunsen burner by asking for her hands-on advice—on aphrodisiacs . . .

She’s got love down to a science.

Rosemary is a little wary about working with Wes, whose casual flirtations leave her hot under the collar. But once they begin testing the love-enhancing power of chocolate, oysters, and strawberries, it becomes scientifically evident that the brainy science nerd and the boyish chef have some major chemistry together—and it’s delicious . . . 


**If you’d like a little taste, click here for an excerpt. To purchase a copy from your favorite bookstore, click here!**

Early reviewers had this to say:

“Readers new to Louisa Edward’s trilogy needn’t read the previous books to enjoy this Just One Taste, but I’d recommend doing it anyway. It’s a solid debut trio, and I’m looking forward to more from this author.”–All About Romance (B+)

“Despite plenty of funny dialogue that will make you laugh in
places you probably shouldn’t—like the elevator, doctor’s
office, or waiting to meet with your child’s teacher—Just One
Taste is a romance novel with substance.”–Romance Reviews Today (Perfect 10)

“Just One Taste is light and fluffy, much like a tasty soufflé that should be savored and enjoyed.”–Babbling About Books

“The plot turns moment to moment from tension to connection, back and forth, before a most luscious ending is served…Four stars!!!”–Crystal Reviews

“The writer not only describes the tastes and scents of the glorious dishes in a way that will make all readers mouths’ water, but the characters are as sinfully delightful as the meals they prepare.”–Night Owl Reviews

I went off and volunteered for a while at the kids’ school for their back to school barbecue and meet the teacher day. Every experience I’ve had with the moms at this school has been totally positive and today was no exception. The last school was a mixed bag, but this one, so far, has been awesome. Kids got their pictures taken, managed to stay clean until after that, met teachers, dropped off school supplies (and discovered I forgot things, sigh).

After that awesome part of the day was over, I got home to find a note from my agent to let her know when I returned and when she called, it was to tell me that my editor at Berkley had read and wanted to contract not only AS IS (Adrian Brown’s book and the last in the Brown sibs series), CAPTIVATED (the last Phantom Corps book) and another contemporary (which is great because I just got another idea while I was on vacation!).

So – Adrian’s book will be out in Fall of next year! Captivated Spring of ‘12 and the as of yet untitled new contemporary will be out in the Fall of ‘12 (add to that MESMERIZED (book two in Phantom Corps) in April, Three to Tango (menage/love triangle themed anthology) in May, Goddess With A Blade in June, Nathan Murphy’s book in August, and the first Bound By Magic book from Sensation out in November.

I gotta run and write now. Or maybe take a nap. But I’m so thrilled!

CHASE BROTHERS: TAKING CHASE by LAUREN DANE
Copyright 2006, Lauren Dane
All Rights Reserved, Samhain Publishing

Even being used to the Chases for a year and a half did not prepare her for the insanity of Christmas morning in their household. Last year they’d driven over in the morning but waking up there was a whole different story. While they’d had a bedroom to themselves along with Maggie and Kyle, relatives slept everywhere. The pleasing picture of people young and old in pajamas around the eight foot high Christmas tree did her heart good. This was family. This was wonderful and normal and special all at once.

Brian smiled at her as she came and sat on the floor, resting her arms on Shane’s thighs.

Shane’s paternal grandfather handed out presents and the process took several hours as everyone ooohed and aaahed over each present from mundane to fabulous. The diamond bracelet Kyle gave Maggie was positively gorgeous and Cassie was proud that her jewelry was thoroughly loved by all recipients.

Still, she had to admit that her favorite moment was when Edward unwrapped the first edition Black’s Law dictionary she’d found in an old bookstore in downtown Los Angeles when she’d visited Brian the month before.

“Holy cow! Girl, you’re too good to be true. Shane, boy, you’d better keep this one around.” Edward stroked the leather spine and beamed.

“She grabbed it before I could, Edward. Even with a broken arm and a bum shoulder she beat me to it.” Brian laughed.

“That’s my girl.” Edward winked.

“Oops, I didn’t see this last one. It’s for you, Cassie.” Pop handed the long, flat box to Cassie.

“From Shane, oooh!” Cassie set to unwrapping it. It was a card with a key attached. Use me. was written on it. She pulled the key off. The key to Shane’s truck.

Everyone followed her out to the driveway, standing back as she opened the truck. “You giving me this monster, Shane?”

“My truck?” he sounded horrified. “No! Follow the clues, darlin’.” She saw a bow on the glove box and another note stuck there. I need
a key.

Sliding the key into the lock she opened it and saw the light blue box. “Oh lordy! A blue box.” Delighted, she pulled it out and opened it up. It wasn’t until she saw the black velvet box inside the blue box that she realized what it was.

With trembling hands she cracked it open and a pear shaped sapphire sat nestled in the velvet, diamonds on either side of the deep blue stone. She turned to face Shane but he was on one knee. Tears began to run down her face.

“Cassie, will you marry me?”

“Holy cripes! Hell yes, I’ll marry you.” She jumped into his arms and they toppled onto the cold, wet grass, laughing.

Reaching around her, he grabbed the box and slid the ring on her finger. “Perfect. I knew you’d look better in something other than a diamond. I saw it and had to get it for you.”

“You rock.”

He laughed again. “Thanks, darlin’, you do too. How about a Valentine’s Day wedding? In that little chapel just outside town? You seem to really like it.”

“Oh the one with the pretty stained glass? Do you think it would be available on such short notice?”

“Probably not but I booked it last year this time.”

She stopped. “You did? Oh my. Awfully sure of yourself.”

“We all know I’m an arrogant man, we established that early on. I wanted to ask you to marry me last Christmas but I knew you wouldn’t be ready. But I wanted that little chapel for you when you were ready. Just in case.”

“You’re a giant marshmallow, you know that?” “Don’t tell anyone.”

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Here’s a little something for the writers reading today:
Call for goodies!

A great self-promotion opportunity

** Please forward **

The Emerald City Writer’s Conference in Seattle, Washington is hosting it annual conference Friday, October 1st through Sunday October 3rd. This is the largest romance conference on the West Coast. Our featured guest speakers this year are Alyssa Day, Brenda Novak and Barbara Vey, with special guest Cherry Adair. With such great speakers and approximately 250 attendees, the conference is great
exposure for participating authors. We’d love to have your donations!

Send as much or as little as you like. We would be grateful for whatever materials you would like to send. In addition to books and traditional promotional items, we also welcome gift baskets and/or gift items that can be given away as door prizes or used in our raffles. Items need to be received by September 22nd.

Please email the Goody Bag Chairs, Debby Lee and Elizabeth Darvill at ecwcgoodiebags@gmail.com for more information or visit the Emerald City Writer’s Conference website at http://gsrwa.org/conference.php.

This is a great regional conference. I’ll be there in October along with many others. The booksigning is free and open to the public as well.

Let’s see, I’m nearly finished with Believe, a holiday novella that follows some months after the end of Second Chances. Second Chances will be out October 25 and for those who aren’t familiar with it, it’s a book originally published in 2005 and I got the rights back two years later and have been meaning to revise and expand it since then. Earlier this year I sent it to Angela James at Carina, who contracted it and then cracked the whip. I’m really proud of the results and I’ve always loved this book and so I’m excited that it’s going to have new life.

I won’t go into detail too much about how Believe fits since Second Chances has some twists, but it’s got some scenes in it that made me blush when I wrote them so YAY!

Believe will be out in December, though I have no idea of the date yet (I could, you know, ask, but I figure I’ll get this done first)

My kids go back to school next week which *hopefully* means more concentrated work time. Next up on the writing plate is Goddess With A Blade, an urban fantasy with romantic elements, also for Carina. This one is NOT a romance, or rather it has a romantic sub plot, but it’s about Rowan Summerwaite, who is, among other things, a vessel for the goddess Brigid. Oh and she’s an assassin. It was to be out in March, but we shifted it to June for scheduling purposes and time to edit among my other releases. Just one of the myriad reasons I love working with Angie.

Then straight to the first Bound By Magic book, which still has no official title. I sent several lists some time back so I’m hoping to hear soon. I’m odd (yes we know this) but I can’t write a book without a title. It disturbs me and I don’t feel like I can settle in until I know it.

Um, oh, I did manage to get some reading in while on vacation. I devoured Jordan Castillo Price’s Psycop series and really did enjoy them. Also caught up with my Carrie Vaughn, Kitty backlog. Finished House of Horrors and now I’m working on Goes to War. Love the books. Love that Kitty has grown over the course of the series. It’s hard to do that, but Vaughn does it and even makes it look easy.

That’s about it for today. Oh! Wanna see the cover for Second Chances? Carina has it up at their Facebook page (my copy will come next week and I’ll post it here and at my website, but it’s very pretty so if you want to take a look see at it - click here to go to the page

Misery is a communicable disease. ~Martha Graham

Publishing is in flux. This isn’t a secret to any of us in the business. Things are uncertain anyway for many authors. We’re always thinking about the next contract, how this new release will do. Will we do well? Will we earn out? What will our sell through rate be? Does my editor like the book I just sent her ten minutes ago? Will they like my edits? Whatever there is to worry about, we got it covered. Or at least I do.

So sometimes when something big gets tossed in our path, it’s very easy to fall into a place of *reaction* instead of action. It’s easy because we are people. What we do is a personal thing made very public and that leaves us open to commentary by just about everyone involved in the chain of book production. Our critique partners, our beta readers, editors, agents, copy editors, art departments, marketing, bookstores, readers – all of that. And that includes other authors too.

Sometimes on loops I notice a lean toward negative explanations for things. An author will bring up something, contract problems or a review that hurt (usually because they come at times when our defenses are very low), cover problems, whatever – and people, for the most part, will respond with kindness and good information or advice. But then, something negative will get said. They’re out to get us. Such and such is out to destroy XYZ. Ebooks are the end of the world. Facebook sends death robots to your home. If you don’t sell your books to your high school reunion mailing list you’ll fail. Whatever. These are reactions. And again, we’re humans, in times of stress, we react.

But I want to put forward that NOTHING POSITIVE EVER COMES FROM NEGATIVITY.

To avoid being personal or specific, I just want to urge those in our community to, instead of see everything as a terrible tragedy, to find a way to view things through another lens. This won’t change reality, we’re still facing a crapton of trouble. The economy is shaky, publishing is wobbly. But books aren’t going anywhere. I don’t care how successful some of us are at selling digital books, digital books are not the end of paper, nor are they the end of literature. Things will change, it’s how the world works. But they will change, regardless of how we interpret and respond to the situation.

Oh, my friend, it’s not what they take away from you that counts. It’s what you do with what you have left. ~Hubert Humphrey


In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus, Lyrical and Critical Essays

No life is so hard that you can’t make it easier by the way you take it. ~Ellen Glasgow

So I want to say thank you so much to my friends for being supportive when I need it. Thank you to the people in the romance community, authors, readers, editors, agents and publishers. Thank you for taking risks on me, for telling me when I’m being a jerk, for giving me a hand up when I’m down. Thank you to those who take the time to fill the community with their advice and information. We are so much more, so much better than sitting around in the dim making up conspiracy theories about what “they” are doing to “us”. Thank you for proving that to me every single day.

Looking toward the bluff cabins and the three trees that always seemed to draw my eye

The weather was typical coastline. Cloudy. A spot of rain. Brilliant sunshine. The second night I sat at our windows and took shots of the setting sun.

Kalaloch itself is stunning. It’s just down the road from Ruby Beach –

And on the east side of the 101 is the Hoh Rainforest. Insanely beautiful! We stopped at the Big Cedar trail

Among other things we flew kites, braved the icy ocean, skipped stones on the various creeks, hiked, walked and climbed over the giant fallen, bleached trees washed up against the shoreline. There was little to no cell reception and no wireless so other than occasionally checking when I got a bar or two to send my parents some pictures, it was totally peaceful. And absolutely necessary after a crazy 2010 so far.

Second – I’m really excited to announce that I’ve just contracted Nathan Murphy’s book with Samhain for tentative release in August of 2011. I have to re-title it, but I’ll get you all more details when I get them. I can tell you it’s a reunion story…

MAKING CHASE by LAUREN DANE
Copyright 2008, Lauren Dane
All Rights Reserved, Samhain Publishing

Matt saw her everywhere once he’d actually noticed her the first time. That bright shock of white-blonde hair was a beacon along with the vivid, colorful clothes she always wore.

Somehow, it fit and he loved the retro vibe it lent her. Quite often, she wore dresses that made him think of the fifties. Flared skirts and tight bodices in bright red or blue. Always shoes to match. The woman could probably give Cassie a run for her money in the shoe department.

Two weeks after he’d gone into her shop that first time, he saw her sitting on a bench at city hall. It was early May and the day was clear and warm. Her hair gleamed in the sunshine.

He plopped down on the bench next to her and began to unpack his lunch. “Hey there. This seat taken?”

Her surprised jump made him glad she wasn’t eating or drinking anything after the first choking incident. “Hi. No. No, sit down. I was just having my lunch.”

Looking between his sandwich and whatever the heaven in a bowl she was eating, made his stomach growl. “What is that? Looks way better than a turkey sandwich.”

She held out a forkful to him and without thinking he took it. Instantly, his taste buds lit as the flavor rushed into his mouth.

“It’s green curry with tofu.”

“That’s tofu? No way. Tofu tastes like, well, nothing.”

She laughed, that sweet, musical laugh. “Tofu will soak up the flavor of whatever you cook it with. This has garlic, basil, eggplant and tofu in it and I like to add mushrooms just because. The green curry is spicy and the coconut milk is sweet. All together it just works doesn’t it?”

“Yeah. I’ll never wrinkle my nose at tofu again.”

She curled her lip at his sandwich. “Is that pressed turkey?” Her tone made it seem like he’d been eating dog poop.

“Um, I don’t know?” He shrugged. “I get it at the market, in those baggies where the cheese is. Is it bad?”

“Tell me something, Matt Chase, does your mother ever serve turkey that tastes like that?”

He recoiled in horror. “Never!”

She handed him the curry. “Good Lord, eat this. And go to the deli to get your turkey there next time. You know what a tomato is right?”

Obediently he ate and nodded. “But it makes the sandwich soggy.”

“Keep the slices in a separate baggie until you’re ready to eat the sandwich.” She peeled the bread and looked at him accusingly. “Is this processed cheese? The kind that comes in little individual plastic sleeves?”

“Yeah. Hey, I like that stuff!”

“No you don’t.”

She sounded so sure of it, he started to doubt himself. Instead, he ate the food she’d given him. “What are you going to eat?”

She pulled out another container and two small containers. “I have marinated tomatoes and mozzarella with crostini.”

“Huh?” He leaned over and nearly drooled when she pulled the lid off the container and the scent of olive oil and basil hit him along with the sweet acid of the tomatoes. “No way.”

Grinning, she popped a tiny ball of cheese into his mouth and he groaned. “You can’t have it all but I’ll share some of it. I usually give my leftovers to Beth. If she hunts you down later, don’t blame me.”
She pulled several little toasts out of a paper sack. “This is crostini. Just little pieces of toasted bread with olive oil or even plain. You put things on it, olive spread, tomatoes, cheeses, that sort of thing. My brother William works at The Honey Bear. He bakes the bread and tempts me with it even though fresh sourdough bread is the last thing I need every day.”

“I go in there all the time. I can’t believe I haven’t recognized him. Does he look like you?”

“He starts work at four in the morning and he’s off by two most days. You wouldn’t see him, he bakes in the basement. All of my brothers and sisters are redheads with green eyes except me and Nathan. Nate’s got brown hair. William looks like a younger version of Tim, my older brother.”

He’d started to chide her about the bread thing until she spoke about her coloring. He remembered back to his momma’s comments about Tate’s mother’s behavior.

Tate cocked her head and he actually saw her openness evaporate. “Yes, I’m aware of my mother’s reputation, it’s well-deserved but you won’t catch poor white trash by sharing a fork with me.”

“Whoa!” The hurt in her words nearly made his eyes water. Putting the bowl down, he reached for her hand. “I would never think such a thing. Tate, I don’t think that about you.”

“I saw your face change when I described my coloring to you.” She tried to remove her hand but he wouldn’t let go.

“Yes. Yes, okay, I did think about what I’d heard about your mother. But that has nothing to do with you. I don’t even know your mother. For all I know, your dad has blond hair and blue eyes.”

“Both my parents are redheads with green eyes, Matt. Don’t think everyone in the world didn’t notice me and Nathan and that we don’t look a damned thing like my father. Don’t think my father failed to notice and make us pay.”

He stilled. “What do you mean?”

She began to pack her things up. “I need to get back to work.”

Reaching out, he touched her arm and she stopped, looking into his eyes. “Wait. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. If you leave I have to give your food back.” He grinned tentatively and she snorted.

“Ugh, another man after my food. I have to beat you all off with a stick. Really, it’s difficult to be objectified that way.”

He laughed but he saw her humor as a way to deflect the conversation away from her comment about her father.

They stayed for another twenty minutes or so before she had to get back to the salon.

“I’ll walk back with you. I need to get to work too. I can’t believe we work across the street and I’ve never really hung out with you before.” He helped her pack up. “Wow, what is this little lunchbox thing?”

“Cool isn’t it? It’s a Mr. Bento. I got it at this cookware store in Atlanta a few months back.”

They walked companionably through the early May afternoon toward their end of town.

“I take it you like to cook?”

She nodded. “It’s a great stress reducer. It’s a way I can do something for my family.”

“So you cut their hair and make them curry?” He grinned, liking that a lot.

“I do. Although Anne is really good with hair too. We’re all pretty handy in the kitchen but it sort of turned into my place to be the house everyone comes to for dinner.” And they all knew her cupboards would never be bare, ever. Once she’d moved out, that was her promise to herself and she’d kept it. No one she loved would ever be hungry if she could help it.

“Do you do men’s hair? I think I need a cut.” Absently, he ruffled a hand through his hair and a surge of giddiness rushed through her. Thirty-one years old with a crush, wasn’t that special.

“We don’t get a lot of men in the shop. Men in Petal tend toward the barber shop on First. But we get a few and I’d be happy to do you. Um, do your hair that is.” She blazed bright red.
He laughed. “You blush easily don’t you?”

“It’s a curse of very pale skin I suppose.” They stopped just outside the salon. “Give a call to check the schedule, I’ll be glad to fit you in and trim you up.” She brushed the hair away from his neck and tsked. “And I’ll get your neck too.”

“Okay, I’ll do that.” He paused before waving and crossing. On the other side of the street he called out, “Thanks for the curry. I’ll talk to you soon, Tate.”

“Hoo boy,” she mumbled, watching him as he went back into the stationhouse.

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Lauren Dane
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Shelley Munro
Taige Crenshaw
Vivian Arend
HelenKay Dimon
TJ Michaels
Jody Wallace

Promotion is important. No doubt about it. But it CAN be done effectively without being a nuisance. The first step is to have an author website that is up to date and easily navigated. Some things I hate and I’ve seen readers complain about time and again: autoplay music. DON’T. Don’t have music that starts or sparkly cursor effects that slow the load, or anything really that slows the process for a reader to get information about you.

A website should be:

1. Easy to read – keep in mind dark backgrounds and white or light text is hard on the eyes. The text should be big enough to read easily and a font that is also readable. Gothic fonts are hard to read, and they’re also almost always on a black background with white text or red text – the combo makes my eyes bleed.
2. Easy to navigate – just call now available now available please. I’ve gone to author websites where they thought naming things cutesey names would be fun. It’s not. Unless you’re only appealing to uber fans, naming basic things like coming soon “pancakes and bacon” or what have you is confusing. You don’t want to confuse people who have come to you for info on your books. Call things what they are so any reader coming to look for you will be able to find it. If you have series, what are they? What is the order? Will there be new books coming out and if so, link to the coming soon page, etc.
3. Extras that connect to you as an author and to your books. Aside from book pages and buy links – some things readers mention they enjoy are author bios, pictures, excerpts, character interviews or stories about the books or series, etc. Giving readers a sense of who you are is a good thing. If you raise llamas for wool, that’s cool, talk about it a little (if you want to, obviously if you feel uncomfortable revealing things, don’t)
4. Updated regularly. I went to an author site not too long ago to check on when the next in a series would be out. Except the website hadn’t been updated in two years. Two years is a long time. Things get missed. Heaven knows I go in to update and forget some little piece of info to be updates on a page I forget about or in the template, etc. But if you haven’t updated for two years, take the thing down or put up a notice that you’re unable to update for the time being.

A blog should be:

1. If you have a blog, update it. It doesn’t have to be every day, but it should be regular. Once a week or three times a week, whatever. If you want readers to come back, give them a reason. Seeing the same blog entry for a month is a reason to not come back.
2. Again, think about the color combo for readability. If you look at your screen and close your eyes, can you still see the screaming blue letters against the black background?
3. Indicative of the flavor of the author in some way. Some authors are funny. Some are crafty and give awesome writing tips (Think Jennifer Cruisie) Some talk about their kids, or their llamas or their baking. Whatever. You are people, keep that in mind. If all you do is post BUY MY BOOK entries, readers can get that at your website, also it’s boring. Be yourself.
4. I’m bolding this because it’s important but it you don’t like to blog, or if you don’t want to or have time to blog, DON’T. It is not mandatory to blog. Don’t let it be one more thing you hate doing.

Social Networking (Twitter, Facebook, etc)

1. Don’t do this just to chant buy my book over and over.
2. Remember SOCIAL is in the title. Give yourself a chance to meet people and get to know them and have them get to know you. I think of twitter as the water cooler – a chance to check in and say hello and chat about all sorts of things. It’s NOT about your books all the time.
3. Use it as it should be used (see 1 and 2). Yes you can announce book signings and that sort of thing, but don’t sent emails to every one of the people following you to “invite” them to your book’s release (unless it’s a party or something)

I asked other authors what they did and here are some of the responses:

Hi Lauren:

http://www.susansaxx.com

I like that she’s talking from the perspective of a writer who is working on a sale. Yes, giving a flavor of your voice is important! Also, interacting with people online is important. So commenting the blogs you visit is making friends, getting to know people, being neighborly essentially and she has her info there without shoving it down anyone’s throat.

How can an author get their name out there w/o spamming people? So glad you asked!

Andrew Shaffer
Huffington Post Columnist + RT Book Reviews Book Reviewer
Website: http://www.orderofstandrew.com

On twitter I asked readers what they like to see, and not to see, on author blogs:

Tweets about blog posts (because it’s easy to forget about blogs in the sea of info out there)
Absolutely top reason my reader self visits an author blog: what else have they written. If a series, what order & forthcoming.
being able to subscribe will make me stay, but giveaways that you have to come back and check if you won – not want to stay (author note: I do this. If I can give away something, you can come back to check to see if you won it.)
coming back- fun and interesting posts, insight into their process. Not- when they start blogging for other author attention!
Glimpses into the author as a person makes me come back. @neilhimself best example of that. Authentic but still mysterious.
Constant promo/contests or things unrelated to author’s life or their work pushes me away (ex. photos of the week)
book news, excerpts, cover reveals, book related posts abt you own and you fave authors, author opinions = keeps me coming back
excessive rant posts keep me away

She came when we did not expect her to. In fact we’d decided we were done with having babies and I was getting ready to transition back to work when the morning sickness started, LOL. And she was there, all unexpected and beautiful, though my pregnancy wasn’t the easiest and we worried a lot. But it’s during all the bed rest when I began to write Triad. It was that pause that changed so many things in our lives. Our family is enriched by her light, by her laugh and her bossy ways (don’t know where she gets any of that, I swear). As five, we don’t just enter a room, we roil through it like an invading horde, all laughter and noise and chaos. And she does it with five bracelets and mardi gras beads on.

We joke, but it’s true, that she was meant to be with us. She is fierce and beautiful and whipsmart and she takes no crap from anyone. Of course, we did name her after a Celtic triple goddess so um, we kind of helped that along. Having a daughter is a unique joy and now she’s at the age where she and I can nip off to do fun Momma/Daughter stuff the boys couldn’t possibly care less about. I treasure those moments with her (much like I treasure the trips I take with my boys when it’s just the two of us)

Each one of them as a song I associate with them and the Dixie Chicks’ Lullaby is hers…

Happy Birthday sweet baby girl. I love you something fierce and no you may NOT have my shoes