I just returned from the much heralded and bally-hooed book signing/retreat for Dark Castle Lords Publications in Nashville, TN. After much negotiations with the company, I managed to get a great flight on Southwest Airlines; non-stop and at the perfect times for me. How often does that happen? No charge for bags either!

The flight was great, but not sure what part of "I'm at the baggage claim!" my ride to the hotel didn't understand. They finally found me and I was on my way. Uber fan and friend Mary Everett, a Tennessee native, met me at the hotel. My suite was beautiful. Cover bud and Playgirl Man of the Year, Julian Fantechi was also joining me for the signing. His room was a few doors down from mine. Life in San Diego must be agreeing with him. Julian has buffed up since the last time I saw him in Houston a while back. You go Boy! (I will admit...I HAVE TOO!)

Later that night the DCL gang made our way to downtown Nashville. I'd never been to Nashville and figured I'd fit right in. I was just what Nashville needed...another BIG haired blonde! We went to a bar called "Coyote Ugly". They made a movie about the place a few years ago with Piper Perabo and Tyra Banks. In the movie all the bartenders are hot women who spend more time dancing on the bar than pouring drinks. This place was very similar, except it seemed all the hot girls had the night off. They did however, spend an inordinate amount of time on the bar shaking what little God gave them. Drinks and body shots flowed like water. I did my share of killing brain cells but begged off on the body shots.

The next day we had the book signing which went pretty smoothly. I was promoting my latest cover for Kate Hofman, "Golden Adonis". Another old cover pal of mine from the early days, Bill Freda showed up too. I met DCL new comer, Armando Gonzalez who was also a great guy. I think Bill and I talked for all of 30 seconds. Julian and I traded insults all afternoon, as usual. Good times. We were also collecting food that day for a local charity for Thanksgiving. I was really surprised how much was donated by the fans who showed up.

It was like deja-vu all over again because we all went to downtown Nashville after the signing. I went sight-seeing with Mary Everett and her friend JL Foster, author of "The Trail Of The White Boxers". I loved the downtown. There were so many people, but the night was warm and everyone was so friendly. JL was taking us to some bar he insisted we try. There I was walking up and down the streets of Nashville in boots that were definitely NOT made for walking and my dogs barking. After an hour of walking aimlessly we found the bar. The sign on the door said "Closed for renovation". If that's not the story of my life!

We, then decided to meet up with the rest of the gang at an Irish pub where everyone said they would be. On the way back to the car I was stopped by a blonde man with a bandanna who I thought was Brett Michaels. The next thing I know he's asking me if I mind being interviewed for a reality TV show. There I was in my tight black jersey and equally tight, if not tighter, black jeans. Of course, I had the signature 3 foot blonde braid trailing down my back. There weren't too many of those in the crowd. I have never been one to blend in.

Looking around I saw a camera crew and the blonde guy's entourage surrounding me. I thought for sure it was Brett Michaels at this point, but thought he had really hit the wall...hard and often. He asked me a series of inane and annoying questions before turning around to show me his "ponytail", which was all of 6 inches. Being the smart ass that I am I flipped mine around to the camera and said "That's not a ponytail! THIS is a ponytail!" Our interview ended at that point and for the record: It wasn't Brett Michaels.

Mary, JL and I did find the Irish pub we had been looking for. We didn't find anyone we knew there but we did find the pub!

The weekend was over in a blink of an eye. There are more lurid details of the weekend, but if I told you I'd have to kill you...or the parties involved would kill ME! But, if you see me someplace and want to know, buy me a drink. I'll spill my guts!

Note to self: Don't drink the night before a book signing where they will be taking photos. My face has never looked so puffy. You'd think I'd know better by now!

Many thanks to the ladies at Dark Castle Lords Publications, Pam, Pat and Annie.