Here's the official blurb:
FOUR WOMEN ARE ABOUT TO DIG UP THE TRUTH
Tired of boyfriends who drain you dry? Sick of guys who stay out all night howling at the moon? You can do better. Some men want you not only for your body, but your brains. Especially your brains.
It’s true! There are men out there who care—early-rising, down-to-earth, indefatigable men who’ll follow you for miles. They’ll take the time to surprise you, over and over. One sniff of that perfume, and you’ll have to use a shotgun to fight them off. And then, once you get together, all they want is to share a nice meal. And another. And another.
Oh my. Of course the zombie in my story is a hotter-than-sin re-animated hunk who is just looking for a second chance at love. Everybody deserves that, right?
The second thing I wanted to talk about is totally unrelated to zombies, voodoo or things that go bump in the night. That said, it does scare me. In fact, this is hard to even type, but I think I am a craft addict. There I said it. If you want proof, let me tell you about the eighty-three dollars I spent at Hobby Lobby today.
I try to stay away from that place because I go overboard, but this time, it was a necessity. Sort of. See, Lisa Cooke (who is another Dorchester author) was talking to me about belly dancing. She recommended some great belly dance exercise tapes and they are a lot of fun. I even have this little clinky-clinky scarf belt I found. (Yes, it's the small things in life). Well, enter my five-year-old, who wanted to exercise too. We've had a blast belly dancing, but now she also wants a clinky-clinky belt.
How hard can it be to make one, right? So we headed to Hobby Lobby for a ninety-nine cent scarf and some jingle bells. Until we saw the mosaic crafts. I broke down and bought supplies for those because, er, our house is woefully without homemade mosaics. And then there's the shrinky-dink aisle. Who am I to deny my kids? The cake decorating aisle (I make cakes for fun and when you see something cool for 4th of July...). I'm just proud I stayed away from the homemade glycerin soap kit. If I wasn't on a deadline for A Tale of Two Demon Slayers, I think I'd be brewing up sweet-smelling suds this afternoon.
So that's how a ninety-nine cent scarf and some jingle bells turned into four bags that I should probably hide from my husband. What about you? Am I the only craft addict? If so, what stores or activities do you have trouble resisting?