Thursday, June 27, 2013

Grandma to the rescue!

Normal night at my house...characters...Grandmother; two 11 year old grandsons; a 10 year old grandson; a 5 year old grandson; and a 15 year old granddaughter. The scene plays out as follows:

 As Grandma is reading in her bedroom, the two 11 year olds enter.

First 11 year old Grandson: "Grandma, we've got a problem."

Second 11 year old Grandson holds up his right hand, and extending out past his middle finger (of course!!), is the broken end of a plastic Star Wars light saber.

Second Grandson: “It’s stuck and won’t come off.”

This statement inspires the 5 year old and the 10 year old to run over to check it out.

5 year old Grandson: “Are you going to take him to the hospital?”

Grandmother: “No,” as she proceeds to the bathroom to grease his finger with hand lotion.

Doesn’t work…and Grandma is thinking, ‘yes, maybe we will be taking a trip to the emergency room to remove the offending object.’

A brilliant idea strikes…lubricate the finger with dish soap.

The group, now joined by the 15 year old granddaughter, goes to the kitchen.

One problem…the plastic end is closed and how will she get the dish soap down to where it is stuck tight around the finger? Cut off the end!

After removing a knife from the drawer, she begins to saw off the tip of the light saber as Grandson Number Two watches with some trepidation and the other four grandchildren gather round and stare intently. No doubt they are wondering if Grandma’s going to get the finger as well, and if she does, they don’t want to miss it.

To make a long story short (sort of) the tip’s removed, dish soap is squirted down the hollow plastic tube, and after a few wiggles, the light saber slides off the finger!


All’s well that ends well and no blood was shed!! ;)
Everyone have a great rest of the week and a terrific weekend!!


Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Celebrating a New Website!

Finally, finally, finally, I can announce that my new website is up and going!  This has taken months of work, and I'm so pleased that it's finally finished.  Take a look:

From the site, you can also click on the AKA button and access my Casey Daniels site.

To celebrate, I'm sponsoring a contest.  From now until July 4, 2013, send Kylie an email via the site (just click on the contact button), and you'll be entered for a chance to win a copy of "Mayhem at the Orient Express."

Good luck!

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

More MAYHEM News!

Lots of good news about MAYHEM this week.  Join me in celebrating . . .

Mayhem at the Orient Express is #5 on the Barnes & Noble mass market mystery bestseller list.

The book is #44 on the Barnes & Noble overall fiction list.

It's #19 on the Bookscan mass market mystery bestseller list.

And it got a 4 star review from Romantic Times magazine!

This week, I'm also celebrating turning in book #2 in the League of Literary Ladies series.  It's called "A Tale of Two Biddies" and will be published next February.

In the meantime, I'm getting ready for a family reuinion that I've organized.  It's coming up on Friday, the 100th anniversary of the day my grandfather arrived at Ellis Island.  I promise pics next week.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Lazy Summertime??? Not!

Is everyone having a busy summer so far??

Mine’s been rather hectic. I’m not only getting ready to fly off to Gatlinburg next Wednesday for Romfest (registration is still open by the way and this conference is a blast!!), but trying to get organized for THE WIDOWS OF BRAXTON COUNTY’s release next month (July 23rd). Exciting stuff, but it’s kept me hopping!!

One of the things that I’m most excited about is the new street teams we’re organizing!! We’re looking for volunteers from all over the country to help promote the new book and so far the response has been terrific! BUT I’m still looking for a few more volunteers.  If anyone is interested, or would like information, please shoot me an email ( and I’ll tell you more about it.

As time gets closer to the release date, I’ll be doing a few giveaways to celebrate, so please stop by and check them out!!

Here’s to having a good rest of the week!!



Wednesday, June 12, 2013


Yes, yes . . . I know.  I've been nattering on about "Mayhem at the Orient Express" for weeks now.  But I have a couple bits of news about it and wanted to share.

#1   Thrilled to announce that "Mayhem" is #4 on the Barnes & Noble mass market mystery list, and #33 on the overall mass market list.  Very cool.  Thank you, readers!

#2   Jerry Garcia, the cat who graces the cover of the book, is blogging today (Wednesday, June 12) over at:

Stop by, leave a comment, and you'll have a chance to win a copy of "Mayhem."

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Really? This is the First Day of the Rest of my Life?

By Bea Cartwright from Kylie Logan’s “Mayhem at the Orient Express”

Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

Remember that old chestnut? It’s one of those saying that’s supposed to comfort us and remind us that each morning brings a new dawn and with it, new possibilities.

Well, I’m here to tell you that while all this “today is the first day . . .” stuff sounds really rosy, the first day of the rest of your life isn’t always exactly what you expect.

I’m living proof. I left Manhattan to follow my bliss, and bought a huge monstrosity of a Victorian house on South Bass Island in Lake Erie to open a B and B. I planned on playing hostess and on days of reading, relaxing. What I got instead was crazy neighbors. There’s the one across the street who thinks my house renovations have resulted in too much traffic. And the out-there-in-woo-woo-land lady next door who burns incense and plays sitar music at all hours. And have I mentioned that she’s the owner of Jerry Garcia, the cat who insists on using the potted plants on my front porch as his personal bathroom facility?

I never dreamed that the rest of my life would be spent in court with these two whackos, or that the magistrate would come up with a solution to our problem that was stunning and pretty darned creative–we were neighbors, he told us, and we needed to learn to talk to each other. Consequently, he sentenced us to one full year of being a book discussion group.

The good news? We actually found a book we all agreed we’d like to read, the classic Agatha Christie mystery, “Murder on the Orient Express.” Little did we know that soon, we’d be using Christie as our inspiration for solving our own mystery at the Orient Express, the island’s newest Chinese restaurant.

I certainly didn’t plan on that, or on learning to depend on the other members of the League of Literary Ladies to help me solve a murder.

That’s something else I never planned on!

"Mayhem at the Orient Express" is the first book in the new League of Literary Ladies mystery series.  It hit store shelves yesterday.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Something Wicked welcomes Cassie Alexander!

Today on Something Wicked, we have Cassie Alexander. I met Cassie right as her first book, Nightshifted, was coming out. It's about nurse Edie Spence who works at a paranormal hospital, so of course I was hooked! There are now several books in the series and book three, Shapeshifted, releases today. Cassie is here to talk about what inspired her and why she loves creating amazing new worlds!

Hello Angie and everyone! Thank you for letting me crash your blog! 

Shapeshifted's the third book in my Edie Spence series, about a nurse who deals with paranormal creatures, and it's the first one where she's working out of the hospital, which was a nice change for me -- sometimes being a nurse at a hospital, and writing about a nurse at a hospital...well, it started to feel like I was at work all the time!
But with the hospital out of the picture, I needed another scary location for action to happen at. I trolled the depths of my childhood fears and remembered one of the places that traumatized me the most, living in the south in a flash flood zone -- the storm drains.
I don't know if the rest of the world even has these, I've never seen them like that before or since, but where I grew up, San Antonio, there are tons of these person-sized drain tunnels all over to handle the run off after thunderstorms. When you're a kid you play in them, but they can be scary as hell especially once you realize that people might be living in them, or you run into mean older kids with spray paint. (In retrospect, I wonder why I wasn't supervised more as a child!) 

Then -- also around the same time as my childhood --  Stephen King's IT was on TV. And when Pennywise the evil clown is in that storm drain trying to lure a kid down into it...that was it. Storm drains fates were sealed, and I never went into another one -- but they still haunt me, apparently to this day.
So Shapeshifted's about love, vampires, zombies, and deciding who you want to be -- but it's also about me exorcising my fear of storm drains...or getting other people to be scared of them too so I'm not alone! ;) 

Monday, June 3, 2013

A quiet weekend in St. Louis

The title of this post is laden with sarcasm. To be honest, I am homebody and I'm perfectly happy hanging out in my jammies! I had even planned to start off the month strong with some writing But on this particular weekend that wasn't meant to be.  Let's start things off shall we...

Yes, it all began with tornado sirens going off in my particular part of St. Louis. We had some storms coming through. We've had all sorts of storms and sometimes I just shrug it off. The family hasn't had diinner and the kids are grumbly, but we head to the basement. The husband grabs the flashlight and all the essentials. He'd make a great disaster preparedness expert. So the there we are, the kids are playing on their handheld devices while we hang out in the finished basement. The lights start flickering so the husband has us go into the basement bathroom that has no windows to be safe. Then this happens:

That's when things got really interesting. So there we are in the dark, except for the devices which light up the room like its Christmas and I wonder what's going on outside and what the heck that thump was. After a while the husband and I go outside to a wet mess. Not much debris, except for the lovely limb on my roof (the thump) and another limb on the ground next to the carport. Nothing really bad. And I'm thankful since I just got the roof redone the first week of May. (Try explaining that to the insurance man. Umm, I need more money!) The whole subdivision was quiet since the power was out everywhere. We light candles for the kids and let them play in the semi-dark basement while we assess things. Eventually we come to the decision we are starving and about to attack each other Lord of Flies style for food and we decide to venture out:
As we drove around, it became apparent--very quickly--that we should have stayed at home and had peanut butter sandwiches. At the entrance to our subdivision two trees had fallen across the road going in. The road going out was clear though and had to be used for both in and out traffic. One tree had fallen on a service truck. The other tree had fallen into the road. Both of them were pretty big too. The main roads were a hot mess. Limbs extended into the street. Signs had been bent over. Some fences had been broken. Streetlights had been broken in a few places. And the power line poles... Many of them were bending over toward the streets. We left our city hoping to find food in another one and that city was just as bad.
We drove a ways and managed to finally reach power. But it was almost as if Bridgeton had totally gone black. That is bad. I do know a few folks still had power, but it was scary to see everything so dead. On our way back home, after we got food from McDonald's, we make the decision to get a hotel room. We both need access to power to do our jobs. My husband more importantly since he was on call.
We gathered a few things and headed to the hotel. We were finally there and we had power. Things would be fine and we got the kids settled into bed. Or so I thought:
We went back to bed. And while we trying to sleep it went out again! The alarms didn't go off this time so we gave up and went back to sleep. How long it had been out didn't matter. I was getting some sleep come hell or high water.

 This story does have a happy ending though. My kids got to spend the weekend at a hotel with us and we got to relax--sort of. And the power came back on the next day in the evening. We still stayed at the hotel though so the kids could relax and enjoy our "mini-vacation". I snort every time I write that. Mini-vacation! Ha! Now it's Monday and I'm back at home. I have four days until Lori Foster's Reader Author Get Together! At least I will glad about that hotel stay!

Did anyone have a better weekend than me? Even if you got some sleep that sounds pretty awesome. Ha!