About Lori Sizemore

Lover of nail polish, pens, her Kindle, and fresh coffee. She likes romance filled with messy, real characters and lots of snarky banter. Reading was (and still is!) her BFF; when she discovered writing she fell in love. Come for the snark. Stay for the story.

Get Caught Up in the Fifties #MFVB

It’s been two years since I wrote the post about the resources I used to write my trilogy of novellas set in Las Vegas, 1958. Yesterday, the first book debuted and I can’t tell you how much I love these stories.

1958 Las Vegas. She can ruin his career. He can save her freedom. What’s a little blackmail between strangers?

Layla Rosas has been burned too many times—by her cheating ex, her narcissist mother, and now her father who’ll put her in an asylum, for good this time, if she can’t settle down and be a good girl. She needs a quality boyfriend—now—to convince her dad she’s back on the straight and narrow.

Jace Russell is good at his job: keeping the wealthy elite who visit his casino safe and happy. When a photographer snaps career-ending shots of a client, it’s Jace’s duty to do whatever it takes to stop those photos from hitting the press.

Layla didn’t intend to take compromising shots, but that doesn’t mean she won’t use them. When Jace realizes a few fake dates are all she wants in exchange for the negatives, he’s all in—with the added agenda of getting the crazy but beautiful woman between his sheets. But Layla refuses to gamble her heart on the toe-curling kisses of a fake boyfriend. It’s just a few dates. How hard can it be?

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You can find the first chapter on my website, here.

Fashion plays a big role in my stories because women looked a lot different back then they do now. I can assure you, no one went to the department store in their PJs. For one thing, they had bullet bras, which made the breasts appear to be rather… cone shaped. Think Madonna, but less extreme. Then there were the capris, the pencil skirts, the sweater sets, and the side-button jeans. You can learn all about these staples from the fifties here.

(Fun fact: in edits, my wonderful editor asked me about side-buttons jeans–had I meant to make them jeans? I sent her a link to these retro jeans you can buy from Freddies of Pinewood in the UK. Clothes then were just so much fun!)

And then, there was the lingerie. In the first scene, my heroine’s horrible mother comes downstairs, hair in a bouffant, dressed in an ankle-length negligee and a robe with a full circle skirt. The next day, Mom comes out in a sinfully scant bikini. Which probably looked more like this one from ModCloth than the barely-there bikinis of today.

Can you tell I absolutely reveled living in this world? I hope you’ll check it out and you’ll enjoy visiting as much as I did.

About Lori Sizemore

Lover of nail polish, pens, her Kindle, and fresh coffee. She likes romance filled with messy, real characters and lots of snarky banter. Reading was (and still is!) her BFF; when she discovered writing she fell in love. Come for the snark. Stay for the story.

Anniversary Sale #99cents

A year ago, my first book ever, Infamous, was published. It’s been exciting but also a big learning experience. There’s so much we need to know about marketing a book, especially with a small press publisher.

Recently, I contracted the second book in what is now called the Falling Stars series. Because all the characters are either celebrities in their own right or family of celebrities. And…they’re falling in love. Every last one of them, no matter how hard they fight it. The second book is titled Scandalous.

Also I’ve been working on the third and final book. It’s titled Notorious. I am neck deep in this world I created, a mish-mosh of New York City and quaint small towns. I’m so excited to be wrapping this series up because I get to give everyone happy endings. I feel like Oprah.

To celebrate, Infamous is on sale now through January 19th. I’ll include buy buttons at the bottom of this post, if you’re so inclined. It’s reduced from $5.99 to only 99 cents! If you’ve ever been curious about this story, now is the time to check it out. And get pumped, because book 2 will (I believe) be out later this year.

xoxo

Justine’s infamous for a leaked sex tape, her mom mortgaged the family home, and her ruthless father offers her a job in show business.

Enter Sawyer, Justine’s new co-producer. There’s a spark between them they can’t deny. Will they risk everything for a love neither expected?

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About Lori Sizemore

Lover of nail polish, pens, her Kindle, and fresh coffee. She likes romance filled with messy, real characters and lots of snarky banter. Reading was (and still is!) her BFF; when she discovered writing she fell in love. Come for the snark. Stay for the story.

How to Cope With Holiday Frazzle

I’m so stressed. On top of the holidays, I’m preparing for a sale next month of my first book, Infamous, and the release of the first book in my Viva Las Vegas trilogy in February. Compounding that, all three books will be released within four months.

I’m stressed.

But, then I realized we’re all stressed right now. The holidays are enough to push anyone over the edge. Presents to budget for (and then wrap–who has the time?), holiday dinners to make or attend, family members who maybe aren’t people you’d really rather deal with. The list is as long as Santa’s naughty list.

So, instead of just complaining about it (which I totally just did–sorry!), I thought I’d compile a list of things to instead of obsessing about what to buy your Uncle Mike.

  1. Color–Everyone seems to be doing it now. Adult coloring books are all the rage. If I had to recommend one, it would be Jenny Lawson’s You Are Here. She’s fabulous, her books are enlightening (though she drops the f-bomb more than a couple of times), and her drawings are enough to draw you in and make you forget for a moment that you. are. so. stressed. Plus, the American Art Therapy Association says that while it doesn’t replace therapy, it can reduce stress effectively.
  2. Practice gratitude–It’s so easy for us to succumb to the mountain of worry that the holidays bring. But, there are good things, too. We know that, of course, but knowing it and getting it are two different things. Say thank you or start a gratitude journal wherein you write down two or three things you’re grateful for each day. It really can make a difference.
  3. Live in the moment–At the end of the day, this is a time for family and memories. Don’t be so busy recording or taking pictures that you forget to just take a deep breath and enjoy the moment. Just bask in the warmth of the fire, or your kids not arguing, or baking with a family member. Just… let it wash over you.

I’m no expert, but for me, these are ways to let go of some of the anxiety I experience about the myriad of things I need to do. I hope they help you out, too.

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About Lori Sizemore

Lover of nail polish, pens, her Kindle, and fresh coffee. She likes romance filled with messy, real characters and lots of snarky banter. Reading was (and still is!) her BFF; when she discovered writing she fell in love. Come for the snark. Stay for the story.

O.M.G. Kittens!

Get ready for the cute.

I have a bag that says “One cat short of crazy cat lady.” I have surpassed that mark. I am officially a crazy cat lady.

My family got a new kitten. This makes two cats and two dogs in my household. It’s ridiculous and yet… I can’t imagine life without them. She sleeps with my youngest daughter. She climbs up on my chest and kneads me, purring madly. She’s adorable and wild. And we feel so good that we’re able to give her a forever home.

However, one member of the household isn’t as thrilled as the rest of us. Meet Farrah Pawcett–my first cat. She’s pampered and sweet. She never scratches or bites.

Except now, she walks around growling menacingly at the kitten, and swatting her away if she gets too close. Now, I know that if Farrah wanted to hurt Harley (that’s the kitten–my kids named her Harley Quinn and I thought, “Why not?”), then she would. She’d scratch or bite her.

She doesn’t do that, but she is agitated by this new addition. I’m hoping she’ll start feeling more comfortable with the kitten, and less annoyed, and maybe they can coexist, like in this last picture. (Farrah was asleep when Harley snuck up to sleep beside her.)

I’ve been asking everyone with any cat experience if there’s anything I can do to help this process along. Do you have any advice? Or funny stories to share about your pets? I’d love to hear from you!


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About Lori Sizemore

Lover of nail polish, pens, her Kindle, and fresh coffee. She likes romance filled with messy, real characters and lots of snarky banter. Reading was (and still is!) her BFF; when she discovered writing she fell in love. Come for the snark. Stay for the story.

When Writers Literally Take You Away

Today, I wanted to share with you the results of research I did completely online. When you’re a writer, especially just starting out (or not raking in the big dough, like most of us), you can’t afford to visit every place you write about. I did go to Lousiville to research it for Exactly Like You, the first Cupid’s Cafe book. And when I arrived I saw a sign directing drivers to Taylorsville State Park.

A big chunk of my book takes place there (a site I’ve never actually been to). I could use my imagination for some of it–I live in West Virginia, also part of Appalachia–and I have been camping before. Other parts, I did extensive research on Kentucky’s state park system web site. Can you tell which is which? Not if I did my job well. Most importantly, after reading the excerpt, do you feel like you know what it’s like to visit the lake in Taylorsville?

Excerpt from Exactly Like You

They drove the forty-minute trip to Taylorsville Lake State Park in silence. The sun began to peek over the horizon as they pulled into the campground. Roxie had never been much of an outdoors type of person, but this view. She could just make out mist, nearly dissipated, as it blanketed the marine blue lake. Dotted throughout the water, covered in trees bursting with green leaves, were small islands. Aidan checked them

Aidan checked them in, because of course he’d had the foresight to book them what the clerk called a “primitive” site. That didn’t sound in any way appealing. As they walked back out to the truck, Roxie cleared her throat. “What does ‘primitive’ mean? Couldn’t we upgrade to like cave-dwelling?”

As they walked back out to the truck, Roxie cleared her throat. “What does ‘primitive’ mean? Couldn’t we upgrade to like cave-dwelling?”“It means we’re using a tent, not an RV. We’ll be fine, Rox. Sit back and enjoy yourself.”

“It means we’re using a tent, not an RV. We’ll be fine, Rox. Sit back and enjoy yourself.”That seemed unlikely. Besides her burning crush on Aidan, she didn’t do primitive. She liked all the conveniences of home. She wasn’t sure what they would do with themselves for the next four days and didn’t want to think about what she’d like to do.

That seemed unlikely. Besides her burning crush on Aidan, she didn’t do primitive. She liked all the conveniences of home. She wasn’t sure what they would do with themselves for the next four days and didn’t want to think about what she’d like to do.They drove to the camp and Aidan began to set up the tent. Roxie sat on the back of

They drove to the camp and Aidan began to set up the tent. Roxie sat on the back of truck bed and broke into her snack stash. She was popping M&Ms into her mouth when he stood up and put his hands at the small of his back, like it was hurting. “I could use a little help here.”“Oh, sure. I’m sort of useless outside, but I’ll do my best.” She hopped down and headed over to where he stood.

“Oh, sure. I’m sort of useless outside, but I’ll do my best.” She hopped down and headed over to where he stood. He went back to the truck, pulled out a Ziploc gallon bag and put the M&Ms inside. “You have to store every bit of food or you’ll attract wildlife.”

He went back to the truck, pulled out a Ziploc gallon bag and put the M&Ms inside. “You have to store every bit of food or you’ll attract wildlife.”“What, do they have super-noses? They’re going to sneak up on us while we put up the tent?”

“What, do they have super-noses? They’re going to sneak up on us while we put up the tent?”“Trust me—get into the habit of always doing it and you won’t forget and wake up to a raccoon in your sleeping bag with you.”

“Trust me—get into the habit of always doing it and you won’t forget and wake up to a raccoon in your sleeping bag with you.”After a frustrating hour, they got the tent put up. Roxie stepped back to take it in. “It’s a little…small. Are you sure that’s a two-person tent?”

After a frustrating hour, they got the tent put up. Roxie stepped back to take it in. “It’s a little…small. Are you sure that’s a two-person tent?”“I’m sure. They only give you enough room to sleep. It’s not for hanging out and ignoring the nature you drove all this way to see.”

“I’m sure. They only give you enough room to sleep. It’s not for hanging out and ignoring the nature you drove all this way to see.”“I get it, I get it. We’re going to be outdoors.” She unzipped her M&Ms, offered him one, then continued to eat them when he shook his head. “So what do we do next?”

“I get it, I get it. We’re going to be outdoors.” She unzipped her M&Ms, offered him one, then continued to eat them when he shook his head.“So what do we do next?”

“So what do we do next?”“We eat. I’m going to the campground store to buy some firewood.”

“We eat. I’m going to the campground store to buy some firewood.”“You didn’t bring that, too?”

“You didn’t bring that, too?”He scowled at her and shook his head. “It’s illegal to bring it with you. This really is your first time camping at a state park, huh?”

He scowled at her and shook his head. “It’s illegal to bring it with you. This really is your first time camping at a state park, huh?”“It’s my first time camping, period. So, what do I do while you run to the store?”

“It’s my first time camping, period. So, what do I do while you run to the store?”“I’d tell you to unpack, but you’re a total newb, so I’ll do it when I get back. Just…

“I’d tell you to unpack, but you’re a total newb, so I’ll do it when I get back. Just… sit there and watch the wild animals.”She found an old, weathered tree stump log and plopped down. “Wild animals like squirrels and birds, right? No bears?”

She found an old, weathered tree stump log and plopped down. “Wild animals like squirrels and birds, right? No bears?”“Not as long as you keep the M&Ms put away.” He hopped into his truck and drove off.

“Not as long as you keep the M&Ms put away.” He hopped into his truck and drove off.Roxie rolled her eyes and glanced around. Birds chirped and chattered at one another, a cacophony of sound she’d never noticed before. Every so often, one would swoop from one branch to another and begin a song. It actually was kind of relaxing. Like one of those nature

Roxie rolled her eyes and glanced around. Birds chirped and chattered at one another, a cacophony of sound she’d never noticed before. Every so often, one would swoop from one branch to another and begin a song. It actually was kind of relaxing. Like one of those nature CDs she’d given her clients to help them de-stress back when she worked.When Aidan came back, he had a ton of firewood. Over the next hour, he unpacked everything, occasionally giving Roxie small chores to help.

When Aidan came back, he had a ton of firewood. Over the next hour, he unpacked everything, occasionally giving Roxie small chores to help.“Time to eat an early dinner,” he declared.

“Time to eat an early dinner,” he declared. “We missed lunch.”

“We missed lunch.”“I missed lunch. You had half a bag of M&Ms,” he teased, his voice indulgent.

“I missed lunch. You had half a bag of M&Ms,” he teased, his voice indulgent.He pulled out a package of hot dogs, all sealed up like everything else, some buns, and mustard and ketchup. For a few minutes, he searched around on the ground and Roxie watched, puzzled. Finally, he selected a couple of sticks, pulled out his knife, and sharped the ends.

He pulled out a package of hot dogs, all sealed up like everything else, some buns, and mustard and ketchup. For a few minutes, he searched around on the ground and Roxie watched, puzzled. Finally, he selected a couple of sticks, pulled out his knife, and sharped the ends. He handed her one. “Put your wiener on that. Through the middle, like this.” He demonstrated, then they sat around the fire and cooked them. He got busy handing out the buns, mustard, and a bag of potato chips.

He handed her one. “Put your wiener on that. Through the middle, like this.” He demonstrated, then they sat around the fire and cooked them. He got busy handing out the buns, mustard, and a bag of potato chips. They ate until they were stuffed. Roxie had to admit, it was pretty good. Fire-roasted wieners… who knew?

They ate until they were stuffed. Roxie had to admit, it was pretty good. Fire-roasted wieners… who knew?Night had fallen and the noises began to change. There was neighing from neighboring equine campsites and hoots from owls and rustling sounds from other night animals. She helped Aidan secure all the food in baggies, in a gigantic cooler, which they placed a big rock on top of.

Night had fallen and the noises began to change. There was neighing from neighboring equine campsites and hoots from owls and rustling sounds from other night animals. She helped Aidan secure all the food in baggies, in a gigantic cooler, which they placed a big rock on top of.“Now what?” she asked.

“Now what?” she asked.He shrugged. “Now, we talk until we’re sleepy.”

He shrugged. “Now, we talk until we’re sleepy.”“Oh.” Great, because she was so awesome at peopling.

“Oh.” Great, because she was so awesome at peopling.


We writers have pretty strong internet-research game. We also ask each other questions: what’s life like in a small town, a coastal neighborhood, a big city? We can be extremely resourceful in finding those perfect details that set the scene for a story. If we do it well, the reader is grounded there and they can become immersed in the story itself.

Q: What book has taken you away to another place or nailed a locale so well, you felt like you’d been there?

About Lori Sizemore

Lover of nail polish, pens, her Kindle, and fresh coffee. She likes romance filled with messy, real characters and lots of snarky banter. Reading was (and still is!) her BFF; when she discovered writing she fell in love. Come for the snark. Stay for the story.

When Your Writing Misses the Mark

This post is for the writers. The aspiring authors, the seasoned veterans.

Sometimes, you write a story and it just flows. It comes together like it has a life of its own, fully-formed and perfect. This isn’t about those times.

Because even when you have those stories, you’ll also have stories that are just… off. They’re missing something, the something that makes them a story worthy of telling.

Maybe it’s your structure or conflict. For me, it was an under-developed character.

I couldn’t figure out: how did this happen to me? Me, who spends a month or two pre-writing. Polishing characters’ histories, their GMC, plotting out a story based on those things before ever putting fingers to keyboard and executing. I spend as much time pre-writing as I do writing the first draft.

But, there was no denying that’s exactly where my story was at. The bad news came from my editor. (Mistake number one–I was in a hurry and didn’t have it beta read by my trusted critique partners before submission.) My heroine’s backstory and motivation were… weak.

I couldn’t believe it. In the weeks following my grandmother’s death, I’d written Exactly Like You, edited it, submitted it, and it was published in June. It was one of the aforementioned stories–it just flowed together perfectly, seamlessly.

How could I have done that so well and missed the mark so completely in the other story? For one, I didn’t dig for backstory and motivation. I latched onto the first idea that came to me. The first idea is never the best idea–don’t let anyone tell you any different. (This would be mistake number two, in case you’re counting.)

I revised and then sent it out for beta with two very smart CPs (all my critique partners are smart, but I digress). They came back with the same verdict–I’d missed that mark again. She was still underdeveloped. Her motivation wasn’t quite believable. That’s what happens when you try to make your character fit your story rather than the other way around. (That, friends, is mistake number three.)

I’m very happy to say that I conferred with one of my CPs, sending her five pages of notes to address the specific issues she called out, then had another CP take a look at my opening and made adjustments again. This had become the story that would not live.

But I wasn’t giving up. All is well now (I hope–it’s been resubbed to my editor, so we’ll see). I can tell you that I don’t think there’s much more of me left for that story. If it’s not enough? This may become one of those stories bound for the far reaches of my hard drive.

I wish I had a happy ending, but don’t all the true life-lesson stories end ambiguously? Take what you can from this, writers. Dig into that back story, then dig some more. Don’t skimp on character, ever.

About Lori Sizemore

Lover of nail polish, pens, her Kindle, and fresh coffee. She likes romance filled with messy, real characters and lots of snarky banter. Reading was (and still is!) her BFF; when she discovered writing she fell in love. Come for the snark. Stay for the story.

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