Monday, January 10, 2022

I’ve Got News!

I’m thrilled to announce I’m an agented author. After months of querying and talking and thinking and considering and negotiating, I signed the contract this weekend. Thank goodness we signed it before she reads that sentence. 

Anyway, I’m now represented by Cathie Hedrick Armstrong of The Purcell Agency. She’ll be working with me to place a manuscript I’ve written that’s a cross between The Gilmore Girls and Crossing Delancey. It’s not an overnight process by any means, but I’m looking forward to getting started with her and having someone on my team. She has a great sense of humor (and seems very nice), so we’ll get along just fine.

 

Finding an agent is different from finding a publisher. The agent has to believe they can sell your work, and the agent and author have be able to get along. In addition, there needs to be transparency. One of the things I loved when interviewing her—because while she has to decide whether or not she wants to work with me, I also have to decide if she’s the right agent for me—was she took the time to tell me what she does for her clients. She went over every step of the process, including how much of a collaboration it will be. Because while she is definitely the one with the sources and connections, I need to be comfortable with how she’s representing me and my work. In addition, she gave me the names of all her clients, not just the ones she’s had success with. I loved that. 

 

I hope to have more news to share in the future, but in the meantime, I can’t wait to get started.

Tuesday, December 21, 2021

How To Fail At Car Salesmanship In Eight Easy Steps

Background: My car is older than dirt and repairs are expensive, so my time has FINALLY come to replace it. We went to the dealer in October to get an idea of what we wanted and what kind of timeline we had. Met a very nice saleslady who was helpful, and we decided to go back to her in December. Then the Princess totaled her car. I called the nice saleslady and explained we now needed TWO cars and made an appointment with her. Pretty much guarantee her that we are buying from her (also, we’re terrible at bargaining, so honestly, we’re easy). Saleslady calls back and explains she’s been called away, but her manager has assigned a guy to us who will help us.

 

How-To List

1)   Start with the Princess and show her the car in the showroom, which is a higher model than what we want, but close enough. Sticker price is a little more than the insurance money, but we can bargain.

2)   Discuss with us her needs for a car and the desired amount we want to spend (we are sticking to our insurance money because I’m still not a fan of buying my child a new car for no reason).

3)   Return with a sheet that lays out the car with a price $18,000 more than we want to spend, and $8,000 more than the sticker price on the actual car in the showroom.

4)   Call over manager.

5)   Repeat process with manager. Be so confident that you remove the car from the showroom and start preparing it to go home with us.

6)   Return with a sheet that lays out a barebones version of the car with a price $12,000 more than we want to spend and $6,000 more than the one on the floor that’s a higher model.

7)   We say no thank you and get up to leave.

8)   Ask us, “Do you still want to talk about YOUR car?”

 

Conclusion: Lose an easy sale of two cars at the end of the calendar year, at the end of the month, and tick off the saleslady who was banking on part of the commission. 

 

Moral: Never ask a salesman to do the work of a saleswoman. J

Monday, December 13, 2021

Take A Treat, Leave A Treat

 If you know me, you know I’m on Facebook a lot. Not because I like it—it’s gotten political and depressing and stressful—but because as an author, I find it necessary. It’s one of my most effective ways of reaching people to not only tell them about my books, but to interact with them, as well. And yes, it’s also my “water cooler” since I work at home and have no one to talk to but my husband (whom I love dearly, but you know, variety).




 

Well, Facebook is also useful for learning things, especially from my friends, most of whom are far wiser than I am. One of those friends, Rebecca, posted what she’s doing this holiday season, and I loved it so much, I decided to steal it copy emulate her*. 

 

I love this idea! While we don’t get a ton of packages, especially now that the girls are gone, we do get some. And delivery drivers have been coming to my house through wind, rain, sleet, snow, and pandemic. I’ve often wanted to tip them for their service, but not all of them are regulars and I never know precisely when they would arrive (while I’m fine leaving food treats outside unsupervised, I’m less inclined to leave money outside—sorry neighbors). 

 

But a basket of treats? What a fantastic idea! It’s a great way to help them celebrate the holidays. And yesterday was the first day we had a delivery. I saw the truck arrive and stood in the window waiting for the driver to come up to the porch. Couldn’t have cared less what the package was (it happened to be dog food, but really, I wouldn’t have cared if it was jewelry), I wanted to see the delivery guy’s reaction.

 

This guy is a regular. He knows our dog, calls her by name, waves at her or pets her, depending on where she is. Truthfully, I think he’s probably more of a dog person than a food person, since he gave her a bigger reaction than he did to the treats. But, I saw him take one, and I was excited enough for the both of us. 

 

I might do it year round.

 

*Rebecca’s not the only one doing this. I’ve also seen others, but she was the first I saw, so she’s my source. Kudos to everyone else who have been doing this far longer than I!



Monday, December 6, 2021

Oy

It’s been a week (or two). A week of holiday celebrations and puppies (and peeing) and car accidents (all is fine) and family get-togethers and friends hanging out and on and on and on. We’re fine, it’s fine, I’m fine. Lots of excitement, both good and bad, lots of appreciation that things weren’t much worse, and lots and lots of cooking and cleaning. And eating. Don’t forget the eating.

No wonder I’m exhausted. I actually spent almost all of Saturday in bed, and I never do that. Probably because as someone who works from home, that’s a terrible habit to develop…at least for me. 

 

Anyway, I’ve got a little less than two weeks to get back to normal before everyone descends again and we have three to six weeks of chaos. I plan to spend that time writing and editing. At least I hope to do so. 

 

In the meantime, if you’re looking for a short holiday read, I’d love for you to try my Hanukkah novella.

 

And if you haven’t yet signed up for my newsletter, don’t forget to click here. I’ll be having lots of new book news shortly!

 

Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving.

 

Wednesday, December 1, 2021

Fried Oreos

Welcome to my blog! I'm so happy to have you here. Yes, I have an amazing recipe for you, which you can find here.

But first, I'd like to tell you about how it came to be my specialty dish for Hanukkah.

My husband and I went to a county fair. We've gone to several over the years, some with our kids and some without. And on one of those trips, we came across a vendor selling fried Oreos. They were amazing--decadent, delicious, and filling. We both loved them, which is kind of an amazing thing to happen since our food tastes differ drastically.

After the fair, I mentioned how I thought I could make them myself. As you'll see from the recipe, they're not hard. So I did. And, after seeing how much oil they require, I decided that they'd be the perfect addition to our Hanukkah celebrations.

You see, during Hanukkah, we eat sweet fried foods, like donuts, to commemorate the desecration of the temple and the miracle that the oil to light the lamps in the temple lasted for eight days, even though it seemed as if there wasn't enough oil to last for more than one. 

Well, a fried Oreo is similar to a donut, so it makes perfect sense that we'd eat it then. And our friends and family love it! In fact, I'm now asked to make it even during other times of the year (although I usually decline--there's only so much oil one can consume).

I hope you enjoy the recipe, which you can find here. And, if you like to read about food and other traditions, I hope you'll take a look at my contemporary romances. Many of them feature Jewish characters, they all feature witty banter, delicious food, and well-deserved happily ever afters. 



Monday, November 15, 2021

Philanthropy Day

Today is Philanthropy Day, so it seems only fitting to mention my new series, The Scarred Hearts. The heroes of the four-book series are tops in their field and have more money than they know what to do with. So they form a partnership and find worthy causes to donate their money to.


In A Reckless Heart, Simon and his buddies donate to the town, purchasing land that condo developers want. Instead, with the donated money, the town is able to buy the land and build a park, including a therapy garden, which is near and dear to Simon's heart.



In Unlock My Heart (releasing March 2, 2022), Ted and his friends donate money to an inner city boys and girls club to fund their coding for kids program. This cause is special to the heroine's heart, since she learned to code in a similar type of place and it gave her a future. 



What types of causes are important to you? Please consider making a donation to them. And, if the above information interested you, click here for more information: https://www.jenniferwilck.com/awrecklessheart.html

 

 

Wednesday, November 10, 2021

Welcome, Sarita Leone

I’m often asked where the inspiration for my stories comes from and my answer is on par with many other writers when I reply, “Everywhere.” It’s a standard answer, I know, but it’s the truth. 

Sitting on a park bench, watching children play? My mind wanders to thoughts of a sweet couple awaiting a child. As the minutes tick by, I name the couple, plan how they met, maybe give them a pet that will welcome their new addition with open arms, er, wagging tail! 

Crowded store, listening to some random woman grousing about how her husband doesn’t even notice her anymore? I see a story for her, too, complete with a romantic getaway that’s certain to get hubby’s attention. 

You see, it doesn’t take a lot to find the thread of a story. 

When The Wild Rose Press put out a call for submissions for their Christmas Cookie Series, I knew I wanted to submit a story. I mean, who isn’t inspired by cookies and romance? I certainly am!  

I’m also inspired by nature so the idea of building a romance in Alaska, where the Northern Lights dance across the sky, held great appeal. I love snow and baking, unlikely couples finding love, insightful dreams and valued family members…all of it. The ingredients for this story were right at hand and all I had to do was put all the pieces together. 

I had the best time writing Snickerdoodle Snowmen. It released on November 3 and I hope it will bring warmth to readers’ hearts. Who knows? Maybe it’ll inspire them to look up to the beauty of the night sky or even bake a batch of snickerdoodles. 

Thanks so much for having me here today!  

 

Author bio:

Sarita Leone loves happy endings—in life and on the page.

 

When she’s not busy writing her next novel, this adventure-loving yoga teacher likes to hike,

travel, and dance beneath the stars. She studies languages, enjoys making a mess in the kitchen,

and never says “no” to fun.

 

Finding pockets of peace everywhere she goes, this author plans to make every moment of this

journey count.

 

Catch up on book releases and other fun news on Sarita’s blog or Facebook page. Find her books at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Walmart, and wherever books are sold! 

 

Snickerdoodle Snowmen released on November 3! 

 

Snickerdoodle Snowmen (Christmas Cookies) - Kindle edition by Leone, Sarita. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

 

https://saritaleoneauthor.blogspot.com/

Amazon.com : sarita leone

 


Cover blurb:

Baker Kris Kringles sends snickerdoodles from North Pole, Alaska, across the globe, spreading holiday cheer like confetti. But she has a secret not dusted with sugar, and an incentive to speak with a slick journalist that isn't half-baked.

Reporter Santos Kloss hates Christmas. How could he not, with a name that makes him the butt of endless holiday jokes? He's got one last assignment to complete before he can begin a new chapter in his life, so he grits his teeth, grabs a parka, and heads to Christmas central.

 

Both expect the interview to be a snap, but a snowstorm, insistent sisters, and a little holiday magic have very different ideas!

 

Excerpt: 

 

“You’re the newspaper man, aren’t you?” 

Santos stopped the mug an inch from his lips and looked over the rim into the woman’s eyes. They were green—not merely hazel or a watered-down soda-bottle shade, but vibrantly colored, like the office parrot’s feathers. Polly, the newspaper mascot, looked like a beauty but swore like a sailor, courtesy of the newsmen who got their kicks from teaching the bird to talk. He’d even added some colorful Italian phrases to their feathered friend’s vocabulary.  

She stared at him with those piercing eyes so long and hard that his heart began to pound. He wondered if she read right into the truth of him. It sure felt that way. As if despite his nonchalant entrance, small talk, and even observing her figure, she realized he wasn’t some fellow off the street, in for a coffee and cookies. He resisted the urge to pull his jacket closed. 

Great. Precisely what he didn’t need. A dame with a brain, a killer attribute that never failed to stir something deep within him. 

The stirring hadn’t ever proved deep enough to keep a woman, so he tried to steer clear of romantic involvements. But damn, it felt as if she reached into his soul with those incredible eyes. 

Santos lifted his shoulders, then let them drop. He took a long swallow of joe before setting the mug on the counter. “Guilty as charged. I’m from the New York Daily, here to do a story on some cookies that I’m told are made in this shop and sent to crazy, obsessed Christmas fanatics all over the world.”

The minute he said it he realized he’d stuck his foot in his mouth. Pretty far down his throat, too.