Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Guilty Pleasures with debut author Beth Yarnall

The other night I indulged in a guilty pleasure.

While Mr. Y. took the boys to swim at his parents’ house, I whipped around the corner and bought Chinese food and those cookies with an almond on top. Then I poured myself a glass of cheap Shiraz (maybe it was more like 2) and sat down at the dinner table to eat, drink, and... read. The only thing that would have made it better was if I was sitting in the bathtub (although I would never do that-I have a weird thing about food in a bathroom-gross).

I have a few other guilty pleasures-
I love to watch American Idol, and am geeked out enough to know all the contestants’ names.
I love circus peanuts. You know, those spongy orange candies shaped like a peanut.
I love cheesy music from the 70's, especially disco. One hit wonders... bring 'em on.
I love to watch The Maury show. ‘You are NOT the father!’ So car-crashingly awesome.
I like to shop catalogs and circle all of the things I want (and then not order them).
I like to play solitaire on the computer. For hours. It's a sickness really.
I love to watch TMZ. I like how they make fun of all the celebrities. So awesome.
I love to take baths. Light the candles, pick out a good book, and press play on the iPod. It’s mommy time!
I love Ebay. I put a whole bunch of stuff on my watch list and then don't buy any of it. I suppose it's the on-line version of my catalogue shopping.
And I love social media. Especially Twitter. You can eavesdrop follow some really interesting conversations. I’m totally the Gladys Kravitz of Twitter.

Now tell me…what are your guilty pleasures?

Exclusive excerpt from Rush!

God above, she wanted him.
Taking his hand, she slipped down from her barstool and drew him off his. Without a word, she towed him to the big bedroom at the end of the hall. When she’d imagined them together, she’d pictured them here in his big bed with the walls of windows. Stopping at the side of the bed, she turned to face him. She reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. The city lights twinkling in the distance were the only illumination, but she could clearly make out his expression as his gaze roamed over her bare skin.
 Damn, but she was beautiful, Lucas thought, shucking his shirt in one fluid motion. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She glowed. The golden light gilded her skin, like the statue of a goddess, the gentle slope of her breasts the only shadow. She reached for the button of her jeans. His eyes followed the motion. Then she was standing before him in nothing but the smallest scrap of lace. He wasted no time following suit, kicking off his shoes and shedding his jeans. He didn’t dare look away from her. If she were going to retreat from him, he’d have to find a way to convince her to stay.
He stood before her, bare in more ways than one, wanting nothing more than the feel of her skin on his. She moved toward him, her lips curved into a coy smile as though she knew she had all the power. And damned if she didn’t. She put her hands on him, rising up on her toes to smooth her palms over his pecs, across his shoulders, down his arms and back again. He shuddered and she repeated the motion, adding a sweet little purring sound that locked the breath in his throat.
“Touch me,” she begged.

Rush~Book One in the Pleasure at Home Series

Someone is stalking Miyuki Price-Jones.
As the host of a very successful home shopping TV show that sells adult toys, Mi has become the object of an ex-con’s obsession, requiring the services of ex-Navy SEAL turned bodyguard, Lucas Vega. As the attraction between Lucas and Mi grows, Lucas has a difficult time keeping his feelings for Mi separate from his mission to keep her safe. A mission that is more challenging than anyone could have predicted.
    Damaged by their pasts, Lucas and Mi find more in common then they could have imagined and secrets they thought would tear them apart could be the ties that bind them together forever. But with the stalker growing bolder, Lucas and Mi must learn to trust each other or risk losing more than their hearts.
One of them could lose their life.

Beth Yarnall
Beth Yarnall writes romantic suspense, mysteries and the occasional hilarious blog post. A storyteller since her playground days, Beth remembers her friends asking her to make up stories of how the person `died' in the slumber party game Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board, so it's little wonder she prefers writing stories in which people meet unfortunate ends. In middle school she discovered romance novels, which inspired her to write a spoof of soap operas for the school's newspaper. She hasn't stopped writing since.

For a number of years, Beth made her living as a hairstylist and makeup artist and co-owned a salon with her very best friend. Somehow hairstylists and salons always seem to find their way into her stories. Beth lives deep in the heart of `The O.C.' California with her husband, two sons, and their dog where she is hard at work on her next novel. For more information about Beth and her stories please visit her website- www.bethyarnall.com.


  1. Guilty pleasure? All those Greek Billionaire Love Slave books!

  2. Triscuits and a martinis. And BTW, I love to read in the bathtub.

  3. Mmmm martinis! I'm not guilty about them!

  4. Yay, another bathtub reader. A Greek Billionaire book, a bath, and a martini!

  5. I totally do the catalog thing! One of my guilty pleasures is Crabtree and Evelyn hand lotion. I can bribe myself to do almost anything with the promise of a trip to the mall for my favorite scent. Also, if I have a bad day, nothing makes it better like a bag of nacho cheese pretzel Combos, a ginormous can of Coors Light, and a book. The resulting nausea is totally worth it.

    1. Wow, Micah. That's quite a combo. I love the lemon scented hand lotion from Bath & Body Works. It's like $16 a tube so I ask for it for my birthday & Christmas. Mr Y always gets it for me. Those little luxuries are so important. Thanks for stopping by!