Spotlight on Diane Alberts!

Hello, I am Diane Alberts, and I was recently lucky enough to contract my full length novel, Reclaimed, with Decadent Publishing. It is currently undergoing edits, so I decided to take some of my free time to say hello! I look forward to getting to know everyone, and for the chance for everyone to get to know my beloved characters, Isaac and Sabrina, and hopefully love them as much as I do.

In the meantime, here are five facts about me that you don’t know:

My other job, besides writing, is that I own a yarn company. I hand paint specialty yarn, and sell it to fellow fiber enthusiasts such as myself. In addition to dyeing yarn just in my random way, I also run three yarn of the month clubs: two for Harry Potter, and one for True Blood. Every month, my members and I brainstorm and come up with a special color way (that is yarn speak for colors all mashed together prettily) to represent the character of the month—and what fun it is!

On that note, I am obsessed with Harry Potter. I know, I know. I write romance books, and they will always be my true love, but something about Harry Potter just calls for my attention. I cried in the seventh movie when they show Dobby in the end—bawled like a baby is more accurate—and anticipate bawling my eyes out through pretty much the whole second half of book seven when it come out in theaters in July. Needless to say, I will be bringing tissues—lots.

And True Blood, well, True Blood is just hot. I fell in love with it on HBO, and have been working my way through the book series ever since. I am on book 5. I have a long way to go, but I now see why everyone loves Eric. I mean, besides his hotness. Obviously.

I got married to my husband when we were only twenty. We were too young to drink champagne at our own wedding. He was in the Marines, and he was worried that he wouldn’t be given leave to come to our wedding, which was originally scheduled for the weekend of September 11, 2002. We moved our wedding date up to June 29^th, and everyone swore I was pregnant. They were wrong. Most also swore we’d only last a year or so. It’s been nine. They were wrong again.

While my husband was in the Marines, we lived in Lexington Park, MD and San Clemente, CA. I still dream of my house in California. It was on a cliff overlooking the ocean, and was the type of house that movie stars pay millions for. I rolled over in bed and admired the water every morning. I also checked for tsunamis every time I thought I felt the ground shake even in my imagination. While living there, I was sure I’d be killed by one or the other—or both.

After we were out of the Marines, we traveled across the country to return to Pennsylvania, and I was six months pregnant with our second child. I needed to stop to use the restroom at least once an hour, and once my husband swore he was going to drive me to the airport and leave me there. I had just went to the restroom, and gotten in the car. He hit reverse, and I screamed that I had to pee again. He hadn’t even gotten to back up. Not even an inch.

My favorite time period in history is by far the renaissance years. I absolutely adored the show The Tudors, not only because I got to watch the extremely hot Jonathan Rhys Meyers, but because I loved watching the drama and costume ensembles that ensued. Their dresses and headpieces were so atrociously large—but so fabulous at the same time! I absolutely need to write a book in that era—and soon.

And you can bet your ass that my King Henry will indeed look like Jonathan—and not his real portraits. Oh, yeah, baby.