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Author of Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance


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My daughter is headed to the Junior National Olympics!

       Yes, this girl is upside down. She’s on a trampoline and has just hurled herself up into the air to do multiple flips before landing once again on the trampoline mat. This is just one of the events my daughter does as part of a tumbling and trampoline team. When she first started TnT, she became the Trampoline State Champion for her age group and level.

Another event she has mad skills in is tumbling. On the left is a picture of a rod floor. She can do a series of back handsprings, like you see the girl doing here, from one end of the rod floor to the other (that’s about 19 of them). At her level, she has added WHIPS into her routine. That requires her to do what this girl is doing, but NO HANDS touch the floor!

  The final event she participates in is the Double Mini Trampoline. Like this girl, she jumps on the first mini trampoline, does some kind of trick before landing on the second mini trampoline, and then does a trick during her dismount. At first, the Double Mini was her nemesis. Now, she’s amazing on it!

Well, at the State Championships a couple of weeks ago, my daughter qualified for the Junior National Olympics in all events, and we couldn’t be prouder or happier for her. She’s been in gymnastics since she was four years old. She’s twelve now and has finally realized her dream. 

We’re now looking for donations to help get her there because it’s going to cost us about $1000 to stay for the required amount of time. It’s during the week of July 4th -11th and in Long Beach, California, so at least we can drive there and back.

I’m asking all who are interested to please donate any amount you can and you will receive a  free SPECIAL EDITION, NEVER BEFORE SEEN SHORT STORY FROM THE BRETHREN, delivered to your email on July 3rd and a picture of Youngest doing her thing after the Junior Olympics!

When you comment below, “Yes, I’d like to help send Youngest to the Junior National Olympics,” and leave your email, I will contact you personally with my Paypal account.

Thank you, in advance, for any donation you can make.
Hugs,
Deena Remiel


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RT Convention 2012… Score!

I’m slowly digging out from under all the emails, facebook posts and comments, and laundry now that I’m back from the RT Booklovers Convention. It was a wonderful week filled with eye-opening workshops, reunions with friends, and meet-ups with fans I’ve been dying to see in 3D since we met on facebook.

JA Konrath, Blake Crouch, and Mark Coker had really insightful things to teach us. Nalini Singh gave aspiring authors words of advice, and Ann Voss Peterson shared a great technique for shorter length novels.

And now, here are some pics of the fun we had together…


Kris Tualla and I went Intergalactic for a little while…

We also got all “bad girl” with our bad selves with Belinda Boring and Lacey Weatherford…

I became the stuffing of a Yummy Hero sandwich…

And a Scottish Highland lass…

But the best part was meeting up with fans and friends! I’ll let you put your own captions to these… LOL


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LAST DAY TO GET PICTURE PERFECT FREE! What a perfect way to add a little romance to your weekend! :)

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I’ve decided to do something uber special for all my friends and fans that couldn’t make it to RT this year… Picture Perfect is FREE today and tomorrow! That’s FRIDAY AND SATURDAY! ALL DAY! So get your copy today, tell  friends to get theirs, and let’s enjoy  swooning over Jamie and Hope’s story of love…

Picture Perfect Jamie has it all, looks, brains, and a charming personality. But in this romance cover model’s world, those blessings become a curse when a colleague blurs the line between reality and fantasy. Will women only see him for his looks and never look below the surface to the man beneath? 
Hope had a dream job, working with sexy, hot photographs, turning authors’ dreams into reality. When laid off from her publisher as a cover artist she must find her namesake in life again…some kind of hope for her future. Can a birthday wish give…

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Some things should be forgotten, like….

GETTING OLDER! Oh yes, this next post attacks the idea of how time marches on and tramples all over our faces…

A wrinkle in time… or rather, my face

The alarm clock rings, dragging me away from my blond-haired, blue-eyed Greek god lover this morning. Damn thing is such a buzz kill to my dreams, I swear! So I stagger to the bathroom and try in earnest to focus on some words on a page, because God forbid I sit without reading something! Slowly the wheels start turning,the gears click into place, and I join the land of the living, only to find that I may not have… joined the land of the living ,that is!

Lo and behold, in the mirror is a most horrifying sight! Just who the hell let a 100-year-old lady in our house? Okay, okay! I’m exaggerating a little, but really, not by much. Okay, okay! The truth is… I found wrinkles starting to form around my cheek. I said it. It’s out there. The world now knows. Deena Remiel is growing up. No  that’s not it. Deena Remiel is maturing. No that’s not it either. DEENA REMIEL IS GETTING OLD. That’s it!

I examine. I explore. I smile and frown to see what makes those dastardly wrinkles appear. Thank goodness! I’m smiling more in my life than frowning. But truth be told, I’m still pissed. I’m already dying my hair. Oh, it was all fun and games for a while. “My hair is an accessory. I’m having fun with it.” But now, I look like Pepe Le Peu if I don’t get my hair colored in a timely fashion. Damn it.

Now I gotta buy bank-breaking wrinkle cream, too? Damn it. And what are those puffy bags doing under my eyes? Damn it. Gotta buy eye cream, too. And why is my skin moving when I brush blusher on my cheeks? Damn it. Gotta buy skin toner, as well.

I’m going to start a second job, just to pay for facial upkeep. I’m going to read books to unsuspecting people on the street. Only the classics, though. Bring a little culture to the masses. I’ve got one in mind already… A Wrinkle in Time. Argh.


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PICTURE PERFECT at a picture perfect price… FR33!!!!

I’ve decided to do something uber special for all my friends and fans that couldn’t make it to RT this year… Picture Perfect is FREE today and tomorrow! That’s FRIDAY AND SATURDAY! ALL DAY! So get your copy today, tell  friends to get theirs, and let’s enjoy  swooning over Jamie and Hope’s story of love…

Picture Perfect Jamie has it all, looks, brains, and a charming personality. But in this romance cover model’s world, those blessings become a curse when a colleague blurs the line between reality and fantasy. Will women only see him for his looks and never look below the surface to the man beneath? 
Hope had a dream job, working with sexy, hot photographs, turning authors’ dreams into reality. When laid off from her publisher as a cover artist she must find her namesake in life again…some kind of hope for her future. Can a birthday wish give her what she truly desires? They say be careful what you wish for. 

Destiny seems to bring Jamie and Hope what they need, each other. But a dangerous obstacle stands in their way as obsession turns deadly. Can Jamie trust in Hope’s grounded nature? Is Hope strong enough to live in Jamie’s world? Or will reality intrude on their fantasy of being together? 


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Still gone, but not forgotten…

How can we forget this gem of a post? Still can’t tell a joke for shit, but I sure can laugh heartily over one!

I was so funny you forgot to laugh…

I am the first to admit that I CANNOT tell a joke to save my life. I can laugh mighty heartily at them, but no, I can’t scare up a joke that even a 2-year-old could say  and have people rolling on the floor.

I used to tell jokes. When I was very young I would make up these jokes that I thought were insanely funny and had me in tears, rolling on the floor. And God bless my parents, they laughed like I was meant for Comedy Central. (Even though there was no Comedy Central back then, and they really thought I was the latest Shecky Green!)

But folks, the truth is, my jokes weren’t funny. They are what truly inspired the silence with a cricket chirping in the background. Honestly. It’s documented somewhere that my jokes caused the silence with crickets chirping phenomenon. My sister would say, “That wasn’t funny.” And my mom would say, “Oh honey, yes it was.” Uh Mom, thanks but … no, they weren’t.

As I grew older and matured, it didn’t get any better. My taste in jokes matured. I could laugh at any type, bold or subtle,  dry or wet (ha ha). But for the life of me, not only could I not remember even the shortest joke, I couldn’t even tell it the way most of you can. I can’t even trick people with a joke because I lack the gene for deadpan.

So I’m asking all of you out there to help me. Tell me a funny you think I can remember and retell with success. Nothing lewd or racist please. I do have my morals and values to adhere to. LOL

I’ll do my best to show you proud and let you all know if you’ve helped me achieve my dream of being able to tell a joke and make people laugh.


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While I’m still away…

Here’s another riotous post involving my kids. This time, I’d written about how my husband and I grossed them out. We still take much pleasure in doing so…

Ew… Mom.Dad. Get a room!

Posted on March 11, 2011 

My husband and I have been married for nearly eighteen years. We dated four years prior to our wedding. Now, we have two daughters –  14 and 11 years of age. Needless to say, we’ve kissed a couple of times.  Go figure! Lately, our kids, the proof that we’ve uh… kissed, have been quite vociferous about our PDA.

Now let me get something perfectly clear. Hubby and I hold hands wherever we go. When either of us leaves for work or gets home from the day, we kiss. Nothing major, you know, a few pecks on the lips. But the kids act as though they’re scarred for life!  Words like, “ew” and “gross” spill from their mouths. Youngest covers her eyes whenever she sees kissing on TV or in a movie, too. Eldest is the hypocrite.  She’ll watch movies that have men and women kissing in them and she’s perfectly fine with that. But when Mom and Dad do it… The two of them yell out, “Ew! Mom. Dad. Get a room!”

Luckily, we haven’t been caught making love yet.  I don’t  even want to think of what could happen. Maybe their brains would implode? On the one hand, we think it’s hysterical, and any chance we get to exploit their embarrassment, we do. We’ve been known to egg them on with more kissing and hugging. On the other hand, they need to get a grip! They are both old enough to have had Sex Ed in school. They know how babies are made, hence, where they came from. So what’s so bad about a little kissing between parents?

So are you like us? Do you have kids that say, “Ew! Gross! Get a room!”

Hugs,
Deena

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