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The fun we had planned for last week went off without a hitch, including going to the booksigning yesterday. It was so much fun to meet an author whose books I’ve loved for many years, and to see another I haven’t seen in a few years, and, of course, my idol, Nora. Plus we had amazing lunch afterward, and I brought home something inspirational, which is now sitting on the top of my desk, staring at me from above my monitor:

 Sometimes you need a little reminder, right? I’m thinking this should be my motto for the next year, from this birthday to the next one. What do you think?

We still have a few crazy days to get through at the day-job in the coming week, so I’ll be head down, nose to the grindstone for a couple days, and then will be able to breathe for a couple days heading into my birthday next weekend.  And speaking of next weekend, I think I might do a little party over on my Facebook page next weekend, too, to celebrate the big day. A little virtual cake and ice cream (No calories, so that is definitely on my diet plan!), maybe a few gifts to give away.  If you take a peek over there, I’ve got an event page set up, so you can join in the fun with me next Saturday, July 28, 2018.

In the meantime, I have a little story snippet to share with you from one of my shifter stories.  I had intended that Joe’s story would be the third and final in that series, but right now his is the fifth story, and there are a few other characters in the series who really need to have stories, so it looks like Joe might not be the last after all.

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Joe listened to Piper and Keely down the hall, the little girl’s tone tinged with a whine. He smiled. She didn’t want to go to bed, but he’d bet she’d be sound asleep in under ten minutes. Probably as soon as her head hit the pillow in her little pink bed–she’d had a long day with his nieces and nephews, playing all over his parents’ house. He wondered if she’d ever had so many playmates all at once before.

His smile faded a little. Keely had enjoyed herself much more than her mother had.

Piper hadn’t wanted to go in the first place, but she’d been polite. The wariness had never eased, though, not all afternoon and evening, no matter what his mother had said or done.

He wondered when she’d trusted anyone last, even just for casual contact. Maybe not in a couple of years. Probably not in a couple of years, he thought, shaking his head. Chris.

Joe listened. No sounds from the hallway now. Probably a good sign.

He paced to the first bookcase and stroked the spine of a history book with one forefinger, then turned at a whisper of sound.

Piper stood at the door, eyes still wary.

“Is she out?” he asked lightly

“Like a light.” She made no move to come into the room. “I think–”

“Sit down, Piper. She’ll be fine.”

She blinked.

“I promise. And you need to relax. Being on guard all the time must be exhausting.”

Something flashed in her eyes, but she looked away before he could identify it. “I was going to say I think I’ll find a book and a quiet corner to read, out of your way.”

He frowned. “You’re not in my way, Piper.”

She gave him a steady look for a few seconds. “I imagine you’re used to having your house to yourself.”

He shrugged. “But I spend most of my time at the office or my parents’, so I’m hardly ever alone.”

“And now you’re not even alone when you get home,” she said softly.

He huffed out a rough breath. “By my choice, pretty Piper.”

She flushed and looked away again, and he realized what he’d called her–he used to call her that when they were kids, usually when she was dirty or injured from some escapade the three off them had survived. Fuck.

“Sorry,” he muttered, shoving his hair away from his face. “I don’t know why I said that. Not that it isn’t true,” he added. Fuck, he needed to shut his mouth. “Find a book, find a comfortable seat. You’re not in my way, Piper. If I didn’t want you here, I wouldn’t have brought you here.”

She swallowed, her expression even more guarded. “Why did you bring us here, Joe?”

He studied her for a moment. “Sit down, Piper,” he said, more gently. “Please.”

She dropped onto the arm of the chair just inside the door, and he noted the stiff set of her shoulders and mouth.

He took a slow breath. “I brought you here because you needed somewhere to go. Somewhere safer than where you were.”

Her lips thinned into a flat line for a second for a second. “I am not a charity case, Joe Wentworth.”

He quelled the urge to smile at her careful tone, just on the verge of snotty. “No, you’re not, but let me help you anyway.”

Her brows dipped a little. Finally, she sniffed. “I’ll go to the office on Monday, to interview, but I don’t want to stay here any longer than absolutely necessary, so I’m going to look for a place and get out of your way as soon as I can.”

He didn’t protest that, just nodded once.

Suspicion clouded her eyes, as if she’d expected an argument.

Joe relaxed a little. “I was thinking about a piece of that cake Mom sent home. How about you?”

Piper’s eyes widened a little, and then she shook her head. “It’s too late for me, thanks.”

He didn’t argue that either, just straightened. “Find a book, Piper. Relax.” He passed her on his way out of the room, and resisted ruffling her hair. It had annoyed her when they were kids and would probably annoy her more now. He wondered absently if her hair was still as soft as it had been then.

The idea made him frown. He had no business wondering things like that.

He shook off the idea as he uncovered the chunk of cake they’d brought home and found a knife in the dishwasher. She should have some cake, too–she was too thin. He cut off a slender piece for her and a bigger piece for himself, then got a couple of forks and carried the cake back to the library, where Piper was kneeling in front of a bookshelf.

She frowned when she looked up, then blinked when he dropped to his knees beside her.

“It’s just a little piece.” He held out the plate.

For a moment, she stared at him, before her gaze dropped to the dessert. “It was good,” she murmured, reaching for the plate.

He stuck his fork into his own cake and lifted a big bite into his mouth.

Piper cut off a much smaller piece, chewing it slowly, her eyes closing briefly, as if she were savoring it.

Joe wondered when anyone had last taken care of her. Her brother wouldn’t have, he wasn’t the type. Keely’s father? He frowned. He didn’t even know who that was. Now didn’t seem the time to ask, though. Maybe another day.

Or he could dig up the info on his own–and kick the guy’s ass for leaving them to fend for themselves this way.

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Now I’m going to do a little reading, and some more writing. Oh, and I’ll have a guest blog post up at Delilah Devlin’s blog later this week, Friday, July 27th, so I hope you’ll visit me there, too.

Maybe a little more cake before I go…

( Photo by bochalla on Foter.com / CC BY-SA )

 

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Holiday Wishes

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That picture above is the sort of thing I would like to see when I look out of my window.  It is December, after all.  But it’s much too warm here even for flurries.   Maybe by the time the solstice gets here in a couple of weeks, but it doesn’t look promising–we haven’t had a really great snow in a couple of winters.  Most likely, our holiday lights will look like this, only without the nifty reflections on water, as our tree in the front yard is  surrounded by the greenish-brown of the lawn this time of year:

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That is actually one of my favorite places to go over the holidays, Longwood Gardens.  They always have a gorgeous light display, and if you time your visit right, you won’t be shoulder to shoulder with a thousand other people hoping to look at the pretty lights, too.  I think our visit this year, though, isn’t going to happen till the end of the display in January.

Instead of the writing I planned to be doing today, I’ve spent most of the day working on social media things.  That will make it easier for you all to find me and interact, but it didn’t put words on my pages.  I think I need a clone.  Maybe just from October through January.  Then I can get everything done.  That isn’t one of my holiday wishes, though.

I wish there wasn’t always so much horror on the evening news, though wishing won’t help that–that’s why I vote at every opportunity and write letters to politicians who probably dread seeing my email in their inbox again.

I wish we all had as much reading time as we wanted–without it wreaking havoc in our lives in any way, like day-jobs.

I wish some of my favorite authors wrote more frequently than they do–I realized about two months ago that it has been an eon since I had a new Linda Howard book to read.

I wish you could see my pretty, redesigned website.  Oh, but you will, very shortly!  My web designer is making some final tweaks, and then I am going to have a fun little party on my Facebook page to celebrate.

I also wish some of you will come out to see me on Valentine’s Day weekend at a booksigning.  I’ll post details a little closer to the actual event, but south-central Pennsylvania, I’ll be signing with a great bunch of authors, just like last year on Valentine’s Day, and I can’t wait to meet you, and to see some of you again!

I wish a couple of Santa’s elves would come down from the North pole to do my holiday baking.  I know.  They’ll be too busy packing the sleigh.  Maybe I can put in a request now for next year…

What are some of your wishes for the holiday season?

Happy reading!

Story Snippet: Tiger Shifter

I’ve been working on chores for the better part of the weekend–much longer than I planned to be, so I am doing something fun for a few minutes:  sharing a pair of story snippets.  The first is on my Facebook page, from Medusa #3, a quick taste of Kat and Hunter.

But for here, I’m going to post a little bit from the tiger shifter I am finishing up this month.  My hero, Harley, is so yummy!

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They walked into the house in silence. She shot him a curious glance when he continued at her side up the stairs. “Thank you for feeding me, Harley,” she said when they reached the first landing.

“No problem.” He touched her elbow, and she resumed walking along the hallway to the guest room she always used.

She swallowed as she turned to face him.

He gave in to the urge to brush a strand of hair away from her temple, and watched her eyes widen, surprise darkening them.

Harley bent nearer. Her hand shot up, so his mouth ran into it. He lifted one eyebrow.

“What are you doing?” Her voice quavered just a little.

He smiled against her palm, enjoying the warmth of her skin.  “Kissing you good-night. It’s customary at the end of a date.”

Her eyes widened still more. “We’re not dating.”

He kissed her palm. “I believe we just returned from a dinner date. Dancing and drinks.” He inhaled her scent, and his desire kicked up a few more notches.

Her throat worked as she swallowed, color tinting her cheeks. “I think this is a bad idea.”

He stifled another smile at the way her voice shook and instead flicked his tongue out to taste her skin.

Her breath caught.

“I think it’s a fantastic idea.” He nibbled his way across her palm to her thumb. “You taste good. I can’t wait to taste your mouth.”

Her breathing resumed, much faster now. “Harley.”

He caught her hand and eased it to the wall beside her head as he closed the distance between them so only an inch separated their lips. “Yes, Tessa?”

Emotion swirled in her wide green eyes. He scented her burgeoning arousal in the air, and his body tightened in response.

He waited several heartbeats, watching her gaze slide to his mouth, and noted the way her tongue slid out just a little at the corner of her lips. Then he ducked in to kiss her.

She tasted better than he’d imagined. Warm and sweet. Her lips parted easily under his, but he deliberately kept the kiss light. She was already spooked, wary. If he dove in head-first, she’d run faster.

Not that he doubted he could catch her. Easily.

When he finally lifted his head, her eyes were shut, and her lips parted and wet. Tempting him to bend back and take them again. Just briefly. Then he released her. It took a few seconds before her lashes fluttered up, and her hand slowly dropped to her side.

Harley banked the urge to press closer. The scant space between them already had his senses reeling. He waited until her eyes cleared slightly. “Sleep well, little Tessa,” he said softly, taking a step back. The cooler air flowing between them did nothing to dampen his arousal.

Or hers, judging by the flush on her face and the wild pulse beating in the hollow of her throat. She swallowed hard and reached behind her for the doorknob. “Good night.” It came out a hoarse whisper.

He waited while she fumbled with the door, resisting the urge to grab her for one more kiss. He watched her back into the bedroom, her wide eyes fixed on his face until she pushed the door shut.

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First kisses are always so much fun, aren’t they?  But Tessa isn’t going to make it easy for him to get a second kiss.

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I also want to let you all know about a fun release party I’m taking part in for a fellow Samhain author this week.  Teresa Noelle Roberts has a hot new romance coming out on Tuesday, Sept. 22, and she’s having a two-day Facebook party to celebrate!  I’ll be there Wednesday night, Sept. 23, from 7 – 7:30 p.m. EST.  There are lots of authors helping her party, and I hope to see lots of you there with us!  Besides fun party games, there will be man-candy and giveaways.  I might even have a nice little box of things waiting.  Really, I do hope to see you lots of you there.  I always have so much fun with the other authors and with all the readers.

Now I must go back to work, though once supper is out of the way, I actually get to do work I want to do–writing!  And if you let me know what you think of Harley and Tessa, and how you feel about shifter stories, I’d love it!  Happy Sunday!

 

Today’s the Day!

Wooooooooooooohoooooooooooooooo!

Yes, I am excited.  Just a tad.  Okay, more than a tad.

Today is the day Hunting Medusa comes out in paperback!  Maybe it’s silly that I’m just as excited as I was when the ebook was released last January, but I don’t care.  There were days over the last decade when I thought I would never see this day, so I’m going to enjoy it.

And while I’m enjoying it, I have goodies to share with readers!  I’m hosting a Paperback Release Day party over on my Facebook page for most of the day.  I have all kinds of things to give away:  swag, books, gift cards, and a nice big box full of stuff at the end of it all.  Some of the giveaways require a little work, but it’s fun work.  I’ve got story snippets to share.  I’ve also got some cabana boys lined up to come serve drinks and desserts throughout the party, and if you have one you like, bring him along, too, but please come on over!

My shiny new cover art! isn't it pretty?

My shiny new cover art! isn’t it pretty?

Today is the day I finally get to pet my very pretty book.  I hope you come celebrate with me!

 

I am in countdown mode right now:  only four more days until Hunting Medusa is out in trade paperback.  This is as exciting as pub day last January, if only because it means I’m going to get to hold my book in my own hands at last!  Also, I know I have some friends and readers who aren’t so wild about e-books, so they’ve been waiting impatiently for the paperback so they can read the story, too, and I’m excited for them to get to read it finally.  If you have been waiting for the paperback, too, it is up for pre-ordering at Samhain, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble.  I’m looking forward to getting to pet my pretty cover when it’s attached to the rest of the book at last!

My shiny new cover art! isn't it pretty?

My shiny new cover art! isn’t it pretty?

Also, I have a guest blog up this morning with the generous Jessie Clever here.  It’s been so much fun doing these guest posts, and answering some of these questions was challenging.  I hope you’ll all check it out.

Now I’m heading back to the fresh rewrites on my second Medusa.  And counting down, not just to paperback release day, but the Facebook party I’ll be hosting on paperback release day.  I’ve got goodies to give away during the course of the day, including, books, gift certificates, and a big box full of things at the end of the party.  I hope you’ll come join me.

 

 

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This is very similar to the way things will look in my world for the next month since my day-job is in retail.  My coworkers and I will grin and bear it when we really want to run, screaming, from the building, and in my ‘down time’, I will keep working on these rewrites from hell, as well as prepping for the January 6 paperback release of Hunting Medusa.  I have started a nice little collection of goodies for the release day party over on my Facebook page.

Today, as a procrastination device to put off the desire to gouge out my eyeballs from staring at these wretched rewrites, I posted a little snippet of Andrea and Kallan’s story there, too, in case you want to take a peek.  I’ve also started making a list of places I’ll be guest-blogging in the next month or so, leading up to the paperback release.

And hey, why not a different story snippet here, too?  Just in case you need enticing when release day rolls around…

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She met his gaze, her own troubled. “I don’t suppose you’d just leave. Let me alone.”

Something in his chest tightened, and he shook his head. “I’m afraid not. Besides, I’ve already found you. That means others can find you as well.” Somehow, he hadn’t thought of that before, and it unsettled him. Any of his dozens of cousins could be on their way to Andrea’s mountain now, following the same vague clues he had, intent on killing her. And none of them knew they couldn’t take the amulet after they did. Somehow, that bothered him less than the idea of one of them killing her.

“You have to figure something out soon then. You only have a day or so.”

Then her curse would kick in, and she could kill him instead of the other way around. And with far less difficulty.

Kallan sighed, tipping his head back to look up at the dark green canopy for a moment. “I’ll figure something out,” he said at last. “Let’s walk some more.”

She looked away, her mouth turned down, as they began to walk.

He linked their fingers again, ignoring her slight start at the touch, and led her deeper into the forest.

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Now I want to go admire my pretty cover again.

HuntingMedusa72webThat would be a good way to procrastinate, too, right?

How crazy are things going to be in your world for the next month?

 

Thankful

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Here in the U.S, it’s the season for gratitude with Thanksgiving only a week away.  Our table won’t look quite like the one above, but there will be lots of good food on it, and good company around it.  I have a lot to be thankful for next week, aside from the usuals of family, health, a roof over our heads, and the food on the table.

Earlier this month, I got my first peek at the RT Book Reviews Magazine review of Hunting Medusa.  I knew they had it, because it was mentioned in the previews for January a couple of months ago, so I’ve been nervous, hoping the reviewer who wound up with it wouldn’t hate it.  She didn’t, which was a huge relief to me.  If you’re curious, you can check it out, too, here.  Now I can go back to counting down days until the trade paperback release ( 46, in case anybody else is counting down) while I continue to work on the rewrites of Protecting Medusa.  And by rewrites, I mean shredding and rearranging of the whole thing.

I also discovered that my publisher has listed the paperback on my book’s page in their store, with a pre-order date of December 7.  That’s exciting, because it means not only can all the ebook readers have my book, but the ones who prefer a physical book in their hands will have the 0pportunity pretty soon, too.  Plus I can hold it myself, which is thrilling, and something I’ve dreamed of for many years.

In the same span of two days, I also received an invitation to do an interview, which you may have already checked out via my last blog post last week.  I hadn’t even thought about interviews when I’ve been working on promo for the paperback release, and I’m more accustomed to being on the question side, rather than the answer side, from my years as a reviewer.  It was a fun interview to do, and if you haven’t, I hope you’ll check it out.

I’ve also been busy preparing for the paperback release in January.  I’ve lined up guest blogs, picked up goodies for giveaways over on my Facebook page for release day, am working on rounding up some author friends to come play, and I hope you’ll enjoy all of that as well.

Despite the busyness and hectic pace (not even counting the evil day-job!), I am thankful for all of these things this year.  For those of you who have already read Hunting Medusa, and for those of you who’ve been waiting for the paperback.

What are you thankful for in this Thanksgiving season?

 

Considering just how much I normally despise summer, this year, it’s been a fairly decent season here.  I am so not a fan of the hot and sticky that is the norm in our area that summer is generally my least-favorite season.  I prefer spring or fall, when it’s cooler, either when the garden is just coming to life, pretty flowers blooming, or the changing colors of the leaves on the trees that normally signals cooler days and nights.

 

writers retreat 13 061 This year, I might actually miss some of these nice summer days when they’re gone.  Or at least wish there were a few more to be had so I could spend a little time outside enjoying them.  I wouldn’t mind a few more days at the beach to enjoy days like we’re having here today.

I have been keeping my head down and myself inside, however, on these lovely summer days, so I can slog through more rewriting of Medusa #2.  This has been a particularly hectic week at work and today is my only day off for the week (at least the overtime on my next paycheck will make the super-long week worthwhile), so all of the week’s chores are crammed into this one day, too.  I spent half my morning at the garage having the annual inspection done on my car, then home to laundry and other necessary household tasks.  But I’m not making supper–Subway, here we come!–and then the evening will be devoted to more time on these rewrites.  I decided the other day that once I’ve made this pass through, I’m going to send the whole thing off to my agent, because I’m having a hard time now telling whether I’ve actually made improvements to it, or if it sucks more than our vacuum.

So, because I’m not sure it isn’t the worst bunch of crap ever put on paper, I am pulling a little snippet from Hunting Medusa to share with you.  Because I am still in love with Andi and Kallan.

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He gave her a knowing smile, but kept his mouth shut.

And she found herself smiling back.

Stupid.

But her smile didn’t fade as quickly this time.

As she walked, more slowly now, she let her mind drift to what it would be like to actually have a real relationship again. If she could ignore the fact he’d come to kill her, there were other aspects of the past few days she could get used to. Like having someone to talk to who didn’t think she was a complete nutcase. Like having someone who not only believed in the myths that shaped her life, but had also been influenced by them. Like the smoking-hot sex.

She fanned herself a little.

“You all right?”

Heat climbed her throat. “Still cooling down from that last segment,” she called back over her shoulder. “Jackass,” she added under her breath.

She resolved to think of nothing but getting to safety for now. Getting distracted by wishing for things she knew she could never have wouldn’t keep her safe from Kallan’s cousin.

Andi froze in mid-stride, her heart thundering in her chest suddenly, and it wasn’t from exertion this time. Her gaze stuck on the dark, shiny creature lying across their path, and her pulse pounded in her ears.

His hands landed on her shoulders. “What?”

“S-snake,” she whispered.

“Are you kidding?” He moved to stand beside her, and looked into her face. “You’re serious,” he said after a couple seconds, a grin tugging at his mouth. He glanced to the trail ahead and started to laugh. “It’s only a garter snake.”

Andi ground her teeth together, heat climbing her neck to her face, but not in a good way now. Just because that damned Athena had cursed her to sprout snakes on her head every month didn’t mean she liked them.

He laughed until she wanted to hit him. Or better yet, turn him to stone. Too bad she wasn’t PMSing anymore.

Not looking at Kallan, she folded her arms and waited for the snake to finish slithering across the path.

Still chuckling, he gestured to the trail ahead. “All clear.”

She hated him. Sticking her chin in the air, she marched past him, barely resisting the urge to smack him as she went. She consoled herself with that mental image for a few minutes, of punching him square in the nose. Or mouth. Maybe knocking the smug grin off his face. Drawing blood would be good. She curled her fingers into fists at her sides as she went, only vaguely aware of him close on her heels.

After a while, though, she grew more aware of his nearness, as the forest darkened around them. His heat was within reach, if she stopped and stretched out her arm. Not that she would. Especially not now.

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And now I’m off to Subway for an easy supper, then I’ll bury myself in rewrites again.  In the meantime, I’d love if you’d pop over to my Facebook page and give it a like.  I’m hoping we hit 200 likes before too long and then I think I might need to do a giveaway.

 

 

Today is party day!  Yes, I hope that you have all been going already to check out my pretty new website since it went live earlier in the month, but today is my official launch party, and I’ve brought friends!

Beginning at 2 p.m. ET today (July 28, 2014), my Website Launch Celebration will last into the evening!  I am so excited about my website, and not only do I bring goodies to give away during the party, but so have my friends.  If you come to play with us, romance authors Misty Simon, Tricia Schneider, Ash Krafton, Downey Greene, Robin Bielman, Catriona Lesley (aka C.P. Lesley) will all be there with me to chat, share story snippets, give away swag and even some books.

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Hope to see you there.

 

 

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It’s a date, so I hope you clear your calendars to come and play with us!  Monday, July 28, from 2 – 9 p.m. ET on my Facebook page is party day, celebrating my gorgeous new website.

I’ve rounded up some author buddies to come play with me for the day, and we’ll have goodies to giveaway.  I’ve got a small collection here myself already:  a cool t-shirt with my cover art printed on it, some cover flats, a $10 gift certificate for my publisher’s bookstore, a $15 iTunes gift card, and a couple copies of my book.  For starters.  I’ll probably snag a few more things before the day of the party, too.

Joining me for the fun are Downey Greene, Misty Simon, Catriona Lesley, Robin Bielman, and Tricia Schneider, who all have recent or upcoming romance novel releases, too!

A conversation with another friend reminded me that we need cabana boys, so I’ll have some of those hanging around, waiting to serve drinks to all the party-goers, and if you have a personal favorite, maybe you’ll bring him along, too.

And speaking of drinks, since it’ll be the end of July, I’m thinking about frozen cocktails.  margaritas

(Photo credit: fredthechicken / Foter / Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic (CC BY-NC-SA 2.0) )  Or maybe some sangria.  I’m sure the cabana boys will be able to whip up whatever you want to drink for the party, though, so if neither of those ideas appeals to you, I’m sure we can find something that does.

Now, though, I need to get back to work.  I left some characters in a heightened state of, um, anticipation, and if I don’t get back to them soon, I think they’re going to be very cranky.