Aurora Rey

Well, we’re on insta, so I guess that means it’s official! If you need a little more bread p**n in your life, or if you’re local and want to know when and where to score your new favorite carb fix, give a follow!

bookathon continues! Last week I read from a steamy scene, this week I’m on the kissing panel. And let’s not forget getting called torrid by Publishers Weekly. If you’re looking for a book to warm you up this frigid weekend, I might have just what you’re looking for!

***rromance

Huh. A cheagle and a chiweenie. Well, mixed with a bunch of terriers and all sorts of other things. And, obviously, a pair of winning personalities. Long live the mutt!

Confirming what we kind of already knew about Mr. Poodle Pillow Prince. Stay tuned for Bunty and Mabel’s results—those should be an adventure! (BTW, great experience with kits from !)

Did you know that if you order directly from , you can get an entire bag of pink grapefruit gummy bears? Or any other flavor, but why would you bother since pink grapefruit is obviously the best. You’re welcome.

I did something hard today and it went better than I expected. Now I get a treat. That thing you’ve been putting off because it’s a little too scary? Go for it. The anticipation is way worse than the thing, I promise.

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Bookathon continues and there’s a sweet sale to go with it! My 2023 titles include Sweat Equity, the first of the Renovation Romances, and Roux for Two, a foodie romp that’s also a q***r femme love letter to trans guys.

***rromance

With another round of snow coming, current coping strategy involves buying large bunches of fresh basil and cilantro—to eat, yes, but perhaps, just a little, to rub all over myself like perfume.

A veritable plethora of reading, panels, and q***r book shenanigans! (Including yours truly reading a sexy scene.) Come hang out with us! Everything is free and you can register for the any/all of them at !

O had a dental cleaning today. He came out of anesthesia in, um, high spirits, so the vet called to ask if we could pick him up early. He’s now perfectly content and completely conked out, wrapped in a jacket and getting shuffled from lap to lap, while we run errands. He’s no dummy.

These taste like peeps and York peppermint patties had a sexy fling and I think I’m in love. Well played .

Snowy Sunday mornings are for cozy fires, coffee, and copy edits. And maybe some daydreaming about spending every morning that way. Well, with seasonal variation. And all the parts of writing. You know what I mean 😏

This potato, y’all.

Back in the office, starting academic status review, and totally worked on line edits for Good Bones during lunch. But maybe, also, a tiny bit, deciding whether I can afford to paint my house AND build a wee little greenhouse this year. Because it’s the second of January and a girl’s gotta dream.

I’m going all in on my coaching practice this year, and I’m kicking things off with a big discount on one-hour sessions. If you’re looking to do some amazing things and want a partner in setting goals and establishing accountability, let’s talk!

I’m not gonna lie. Staying in with three cheese balls feels pretty peak festive.

I fought against the compulsion to tackle Big Projects™️ over the last week, but I did manage to rearrange the liquor cabinet to make a home for my mamaw’s china (given to me by my aunt last year but languishing in boxes ever since). Buster, who’s at the big house for the holidays, approves.

Ten (TEN!) years with this nugget. Oliver, you are my bestest boy for all time. I’m so glad your Uncle Mitch introduced us.

Making my annual post-holiday tour of the north country and learning the delights of the bramble and tonic.

Bunty and Oliver look great, but I’m pretty sure Mabel wins Christmas sweater.

Cranberry Dutch baby, where have you been all my life?

Despite a kerfuffle with the water measuring, we managed three dozen decent baguettes. Local friends, hit me up if you want a couple. Come New Year, we might actually start charging!

Note to self: pick more projects that can be done in under two hours.
Also: don’t make said projects languish in an open browser tab for a year and a half.

My aunt got me this mug, so it must be true.

Me: Imma go Christmas shopping.
Also me:

Three years ago, this scruffy little stray spent the night with me as part of her rescue transport, and life has never been the same. She lives in the pursuit of pleasure and comfort, and every day teaches me about giving fewer f***s and taking no s**t. She is my best girl and my baked potato. Happy gotcha day, Mabel!

I call this one “Oatmeal Cookie.”

It would appear that chubby and chonky ornaments are my love language.

Carved out a little me time for my morning caffeine fix and some edits. I’m at the part in the process where I write witty retorts to the comments and suggestions where is obviously wrong.