I just went to pick up our packages at our Dallas apartment. First, I tried to enter the passcode, which I set up, but it didn’t work. So they wouldn’t give them to me, because I didn’t have Eric‘s ID. I said, “My name is Pamela Hutchins. I’m Eric’s wife, and I’m on the lease, too.” And the snotty woman said, “Unless your name is Rita, no you’re not.”


This reminds me of the time Eric sent me flowers and the card (which he dictated over the phone), once delivered to me on the road on a book tour read, “I love you Camilla.” [Yep, that’s how we do love; more suggestions HERE.]

We live with the truth of other people’s errors.

When have you been foiled by errors in technology/made by other people?

p.s. I did sign the lease with my own hot little hand, and Eric has tried to correct this repeatedly.

p.p.s. Rita is the wife of the previous tenant. I’ve never met her. But I’m sure her husband Bruce is no happier about this than I am.

Score EXCLUSIVE Buckle Bunny and Shock Jock previews!!

We’re making a run for the USA Today bestseller list and need 5 people to pre-order Love Under Fire (#1 on Amazon) TODAY on iBooks (which you can read on your Kindle or Nook or iPhone with a free app). The entire 21-book romantic suspense box set is only 99 cents and the proceeds help a Vet get a Pet.


Can you help me out? If you do, I’ll give you advance copies of Buckle Bunny and Shock Jock with a screen shot of your purchase. <3 <3 <3 I’m not releasing those until 2019 to anyone else…

Apple iBooks only. Send screenshots to pamela at pamelafaganhutchins dot com.

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