Welcome to The Romance Reviews Year End Splash Party Players!

TRR 2013 year end splash party

Hello to all the readers playing today’s questions at the Romance Reviews Year End Splash Party!

Yes, you are in the right place to answer this burning question:


In Ringer, what is the name of the racehorse Holly is leading out of the barn?

a. Mark Missile

b. Fan Tan Alley

c. Meadow Prancer

d. Et Vous Pret


I will tell you the answer right here in this post you’re reading. Yay! You’ve landed in the right place! But first I thought you’d enjoy reading my little rant. If you don’t want to keep reading, the excerpt to Ringer holding the answer can be found at this link.

Have you been playing along for a few years with The Romance Reviews parties? I have and I want to rant about what sometimes happens to me when I click on the “hint” link where the author claims the answer can be found. There will probably be at least 2 or 3 questions and some days there’ll be more bogus questions. I’m sure many of you will sympathize.

Don’t you just hate it when you click on that link for the hint and you go to a dead URL?

How about when you click on that link and there is nothing on the page that answers the question? It might be a landing page or it might be something else, maybe even an excerpt to the book, but the answer is nowhere to be found. Why did the author give us the wrong link?

How about when you click on that link and there are three chapters to read? Come on people. An excerpt to your novel shouldn’t be more than 500 words.

What about when you land at a page and the answer is nowhere to be found but you don’t give up easy and start clicking all the links on the author’s webpage only to come up empty? What a waste of time.

What about the author that poses a question like who is Heather’s ex-boyfriend. You go to the link to read the hint and it turns out Heather dated the entire football team and every one of them is mentioned in the excerpt, plus these names all show up in the multiple choice.

How about when the author says which of these authors did not collaborate on the novel? Then each possible answer has 5 or 6 author names, switched around slightly on each possible answer.

What about when the question says “Which activities did Luke play when he was younger?” a. Soccer  b. Football  c. Tennis  d. all of the above. In the excerpt we read that Luke played football and tennis but there’s no mention of soccer so we can’t choose “all of the above”. That leaves 2 possible correct answers and whichever one the player chooses is probably going to be wrong because ultimately its going to end up being “all of the above”.

Who just gets ticked off when they can’t find the answer on the page where the hint should be and chooses “c” for their answer? The most common choice is “c” on multiple choice questions. We all learned that in school.

And this is one of my personal favorites so I took a screen shot of it:

Romance Reviews wrong answer

Does everyone see what is going on with the above? Name Janet’s ex-boyfriend and the author very kindly gives a hint that his name starts with “A”. Thanks. Don’t even have to click a link and read anything, just scroll through the 4 names to see who starts with A. That would be Alex. So I choose d – Alex. Wrong? What! How can that be? The Romance Reviews informs me the correct answer is a: James. Really? That name starts with a J. I read the hint again. “His name starts with an A!” How could I possibly get that answer wrong. The other 3 names start with the letters J, M, and P.

The instructions the author receives from The Romance Reviews is to provide a link where the answer can be found. The author is also instructed that the choices should have one correct answer and the other 3 should be very obviously wrong. To me that means don’t confuse the player by throwing in a bunch of names that are in the excerpt as part of the answers.

Who’s had it with trick questions? What’s going on here? Does the author get brownie points when they fool a reader into choosing the incorrect answer? A special prize from The Romance Reviews for tricking Splash Party players?

No. I can tell you that The Romance Reviews does not supply authors with a list of how many players answered the question correctly or the breakdown of how many players chose a,b,c, or d. Nor any way-to-go prize for tricking players into choosing the wrong answer.

The Splash Party is supposed to be fun. Make it easy on the players. What happens when the author tricks a player or makes them jump through hoops or make an incorrect guess. Does the author think that’s going to make the reader love them? Win over a new fan? Nope. When the author tricks the player or provides a bogus link so the player makes an incorrect guess and doesn’t earn any game points, that only alienates potential readers and the author loses a sale. I know who I’m not going to buy a book from. Why go out of your way to piss off a potential reader and buyer of your books?

If you liked reading this and have been tricked by those bogus links, how about taking a few minutes to check out my author page on Amazon. I have three romance novels and two novels in a cozy mystery series that have some romance. You can read the first chapters of all my books on Amazon’s preview. I hope you’ll like one of them enough to give it a try!

I’ll give a quick plug to my latest novel, The Movie Star’s Son, available on Kindle for .99¢. It’s a sweet romance, 55,000 words, about a runaway girlfriend.

Back to the Year End Splash Party. In my novel Ringer the horse that Holly is leading out of the barn is named Meadow Prancer.

The 3 other horses taking part in the multiple choice question are real life Standardbred racehorses I’ve owned over the years.

Thanks for playing The Romance Reviews Year End Splash Party and good luck!



Tubbed to Death now available!

Tubbed to Death cover


My latest novel, Tubbed to Death, the 2nd in the Horse Sense Mysteries is now available as an ebook on Amazon!

Here’s an excerpt:

“Hey, let’s find out if your swipe card really works everywhere in the hotel. We can go in the spa and have a private hot tub.” I stopped in front of Grant, wrapped my arms around his waist, and gave him a kiss. I guess those two Irish creams were making me more lovey dovey than usual. “There’s no one around to disturb us. We can finish what we started earlier.”

Grant grinned at me. I could see he was considering it. I stood on tip toe and gave him another kiss. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“Okay, let’s do it. Oh, what about the dog? We’ll have to take her upstairs.”

“No, just bring her in the room with us. We’ll tell her not to watch.”

He laughed and took my hand. We walked past the deserted outdoor pools. What’s with the hotel guests? No one wants a midnight dip. What a bunch of old fuddy duddies. We walked to the spa entrance and Grant held his swipe card against the reader. It beeped and turned green.

“So far, so good,” he said, and opened the door and pulled me and Judy inside. There were a couple of dim lights illuminating the interior of the spa, enough to show us the way to get around the corner and out of sight of anyone who might be walking past the door. No point in advertising that a break in was in progress. Though, was it really breaking in when you’re one of the hotel owners and have an access card reader in your possession? We giggled quietly at the silliness of the situation and at Judy’s toenails clicking against the tiled floors.

Grant opened the door to the first massage room and flicked on the light. “No good,” he said. “There’s no hot tub in here.”

Same story with the next two rooms.

“Maybe the only private hot tub is in the couple’s room,” I said.

“Yeah, let’s give that a try,” said Grant, and bypassed the next couple of rooms to open the door of the room where we’d had our massage. He flicked on the light, walked into the room, and then suddenly stopped. I bumped into him.

“Ouch,” I protested.

“Oh my God,” he whispered. He held up his arms to prevent me from coming further into the room. I saw around him anyway.

There was a man floating face down in the hot tub.


Un-Neigh-Borly Behavior – Blurb and Excerpt

My newest release Un-Neigh-Borly Behavior is available as an ebook for $2.99. If you like murder mysteries, women sleuths, horses, and Standardbred horseracing check it out at Amazon!

Cover Un-Neigh-Borly Behavior trail photo


Racing Standardbred horses is usually all the excitement DeeDee Logan needs in her life, until suddenly she’s dealing with an amorous polo player, jealous twin sisters, a lovelorn horse groom, and a racetrack derelict intent on medicating her horse.

Trying to get away from the recent craziness in her life, DeeDee saddles up her horse for a relaxing ride through the woods, but murder gallops after her when the horse leads her to the polo player, Miguel, dead on the trail.

When fingers start pointing to DeeDee as a suspect, she and her husband Grant discover some of those accusers had motives for eliminating Miguel. To avoid becoming next on the hit list, Grant and DeeDee must use good old horse sense to find out what happened to Miguel and race to stop a killer.


I guided my Appaloosa horse, Jupiter, into the trailhead and moments later we were swallowed up by the brush. Well, I could see the twin’s farm through the trees but I believe I was pretty much concealed from their peering eyes. That is if any of them were actually awake over there other than their barn boy, Harvey. Jupiter walked out quickly, his ears perked ahead. I was just ready to squeeze my legs into his sides and let him run when he came to a dead stop, causing me to temporarily lose my balance and my chest smacked into his upraised neck. He snorted.

“Hey, boy. What’s up?” I murmured, suddenly all too aware that I was a woman riding alone in the forest early in the morning and that Grant had no idea where I was. What if there’s an evil person waiting to attack me? I briefly thought about those courses I’d seen advertised in horse magazines offering riders instruction on how to protect themselves from danger. As luck would have it those courses were all offered in New York and California. None of them local or I would have considered attending. I contemplated ending my ride and turning Jupiter back home when he took a couple of cautious steps, halted, and snorted. I tensed up, hating myself for doing so, knowing full well that my smart horse would pick up on my nervous energy. He warily took a few more steps and I was fully alert looking all around me and ahead down the trail for any danger. I perked my ears as best I could, but not as good as Jupiter who held his head high and slightly to the right, rigid ears pointing ahead. I couldn’t hear a thing other than birds whistling in the distance and a light wind rustling the branches. I prepared myself in case Jupiter made an abrupt about face and ran back to the farm. I was thinking that heading home might not be a bad idea. Jupiter plodded a few more steps and then sidestepped to the right. He held his head high, staring to the left with his eyes bulged out. He snorted and stopped. What was he looking at? As hard as I strained my eyes, I couldn’t see. Though I did notice how the grass and plant life were pushed down as if someone had walked this way or pulled something into the woods. Has somebody dragged garbage out here again? I hate it when that happens. You name it, I’ve seen it. Old fridges, car parts, kitchen sinks, and household crap. That’s what had my silly old horse acting weird. Some jerk had dumped their shit out here. I relaxed and urged Jupiter ahead so I could see what was hidden amongst the plants. Depending on what I found Grant and I could return later to remove it or contact the city to pick up the rubbish if it was too big or bothersome for us to handle. At first I didn’t see anything, but then I saw what looked to be clothes. Blue jeans caught my eye, and then a black jacket and boots.

And the man they belonged to still wearing them.

Happy reading! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CML1072