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It’s Sunday, and this Sunday, for several reasons, I would love to hear something happy.  The last month or so has been rough.  Two close relatives are dealing with serious health issues, and I’ve been worrying and stressing over that–what can I do, how can I help, why won’t you let me help, I want to spend as much time with you as I can, etc.  I know I’m not the only one who’s ever dealt with this, and it’s just my turn, I guess.

A writer friend on Facebook mentioned her husband’s birthday today and the cake she’s looking forward to.  A birthday is definitely something happy.  Plus cake!

The slightly cooler temps today that will drop down even more this week are a good reason to be happy, as are the leaves changing color (took that pic above at my dad’s a few days ago, because I couldn’t believe how many leaves had already started turning!), which means fall is coming.

I always try to find something in the morning to be happy about (over on my Facebook page), even if it’s a really simple thing, just because it’s a positive start to my day.  Some days it’s harder than others to come up with something.

So I think I’m going to have to leave the house today (which I didn’t intend to do), and go find some cake.  I should be good and find cupcakes or something not too decadent, but doesn’t this look good?

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(  Photo credit: Marion Chi via Foter.com / CC BY-SA )

Before I do that, though, I have two things for you: an excerpt from Hunting Medusa, and a giveaway (details below).

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Andrea rested her head on her folded arms on the kitchen table, only half listening to Kallan typing on his keyboard. She didn’t want to die just yet. She knew for sure she didn’t want to be mutilated before she died.
But she didn’t look forward to killing the Harvester either.
She never should have had sex with him. She knew it. She’d known it beforehand.
And she should definitely not still want him.
When the phone rang, it was a relief. For a few seconds. Until she realized it was Thalia. “My cousin.” She didn’t think she needed to explain her mental caller I.D. to him.
Kallan held her gaze for a long moment. “Don’t try to let her know what’s going on,” he said at last. “I know where a lot of your cousins are located, and I’m not the only one.”
Her heart pounded harder at the implication, but she got to her feet and picked up the receiver. “Hello, Thalia. How are you?”
“I’m fine, Andi, but I think you need to get away for a while.”
She frowned, feeling Kallan’s presence behind her. Close behind her. Close enough to hear her conversation. “What do you mean?” His body heat teased her.
“The Harvesters are out and about. I’m afraid for you.”
Andi shut her eyes for a second, then opened them again when he put his hands on her shoulders. She shot him a glare and moved away, back toward the table. “I’m fine.”
“Please don’t ignore this, Andi. You know I’m hardly ever wrong.”
That was true. But she wondered if her cousin realized she was very often late with her flashes of intuition. Far too late in this case. “Okay. I’ll give it some thought, all right? Mom said something the other day about visiting.” Gods, had it only been two days ago? “And Aunt Lydia just called yesterday too. I could go to see either of them if anything seems odd.”
His hands settled on her shoulders again, massaging the tense muscles there.
She didn’t bother to shrug him off this time. He was persistent. “I could even come visit with you,” she teased, forcing a lightness into her tone.
Her cousin cleared her throat. “I actually have company right now,” she said after a moment, and Andi could almost see her blushing. “You remember I met someone in Athens last summer? Well, he’s come again to stay for a while.” Even over the phone, the emotion in Thalia’s voice was obvious.
One more cousin safe—none of the cousins who’d fallen in love ever had the curse land on their heads. A tiny bit of relief made her relax further under Kallan’s touch. “That’s terrific, Thalia. When do the rest of us get to meet him?”
“We’re talking dates,” the other woman said, a hint of a smile in her tone now. “I’ll be sure to let you know.”
“Good. And thanks for the warning. I miss you.”
“I miss you, too. I’ve got to go, Andi. Talk to you soon. But promise you’ll be careful. Danger is coming from more than one direction.”
She pushed the off button on the phone and shut her eyes, ignoring the slight sting in them. She was not envious of Thalia’s good fortune. She was just in an impossible situation here.
His warm breath brushed the top of her head a second before his lips. “That was good.”

She wanted to tell him to go screw himself. She wanted a weapon to swing at him. She wanted him to wrap his arms around her and carry her down onto the nearest flat surface.
Her eyes popped open. Damned hormones.
His hands slid down her sides and wrapped around her, settling her back against his chest as if he’d read her mind. She hoped he didn’t have that ability.

“What have you found?” she asked instead, keeping herself upright instead of relaxing further.
“Not a cursed thing.”
She blinked. She hadn’t really expected he’d tell her, but the resignation in his tone told her his reply was the truth. She inhaled unsteadily. “I guess you have to make up your mind then. You or me.”
“There has to be something else.” He sounded frustrated now, as if he were gritting his teeth, and his grip on her tightened marginally.
Andi shut her eyes. No matter how torn he seemed to be about his destined tasks, she had no doubt he’d do them eventually. And if not, she’d do what the Medusas had been doing for millennia and eliminate the threat to her. That was her destiny.

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Now for the giveaway…  Tell me what makes you happy.  Everyone (US resident over 18 who has not won anything here in the past 90 days) who comments by 5 p.m. EST, Wed, Sept. 14, 2016 will be entered into a drawing (via RandomResult.com) for a shiny, signed copy of Hunting Medusa.

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Now I have to go find cake.  I hope your Sunday is wonderful!

 

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