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This is the last week you’ll hear me talk about my birthday till next summer. I got a gorgeous box of chocolates from someone I work with the other day–these chocolates are so beautiful, it’s a sin to eat them, but I will, eventually.

My cheesecake will be here this week, but because my birthday falls on the busiest day of the week for the day-job, we’ll have birthday dinner and cake on the weekend next week. I’m still pondering dinner, but the cake was already decided on.

Today’s post really is about gratitude, not birthdays, though. I always try to find things to be thankful for, even on the hard days. Today I am grateful for a couple of things:

  1. My next door neighbor. She is an older woman who lives alone, though occasionally her son will stay with her for a few days. I sometimes take her dinner, but usually we visit in the yard. I worry about her right now, with this wretched virus still on the loose, and don’t see her as often–because of this virus, I’m trying to have as little physical contact with the rest of the world as possible, and her adult kids mostly are doing the same to avoid carrying any germs to her. I happened to be hauling trash out this afternoon, though, and she was working in her garden. It was 99 degrees here at that point, so it was hot, and she was in full sun. Just walking out the door into our carport, the heat and humidity just about took my breath away. But we got to chatting anyway, and I was reminded how nice it is to have a good neighbor. She welcomed us when we moved here almost twenty years ago, when her kids still lived at home, and mine were in grade school. We talk gardens, and flowers, and anything else under the sun, and it’s nice to be able to do that, even if we have to keep our distance right now.
  2. My garden. I have eight or nine tomato plants just going to town right now. The yellow cherry tomato plant looks like it’s done, and one of the Roma tomatoes looks like it might be giving up the ghost after just a few tomatoes, but the others are just kicking into high gear. (I swear my grape tomato must have a couple hundred tomatoes on it, and I’ll have to start freezing tomatoes much sooner than usual to keep up.) My herbs are big and sprawling, and some are blooming so the honey bees are all over them right now. And my hibiscus is absolutely loving the hot weather. It’s got a couple dozen flowers blooming and tons of buds all over it. It makes me happy when that starts to bloom every summer. The flowers are big and pretty. What’s not to like?

 

Before I go figure out some supper, I have a little story snippet for you, from Light the Way Home.

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Lucie should’ve known nap-time would be an issue.

Hayden frowned at her from the foot of the steps, hands fisted at his hips. “I’m not tired.”

She tamped down a smile at that bald-faced lie. “I promised your dad we’d do nap-time, and I don’t break promises, buddy.”

The little boy’s expression shifted to something different, more cunning. “You said you take naps.”

She smiled this time. “I do.”

“Then you gotta take one, too. Wif me.”

Gotcha. “Well, first I have to clean up our lunch mess.”

His frown returned. “You hafta nap, too.”

“Are you going to help me clean up in the kitchen?”

“’Kay.” He trotted toward her again, startling her.

He was good. She restrained a sigh and followed him into the kitchen. The clean-up wouldn’t take long really. She might actually have to take a nap, or at least lie down with him. Wouldn’t be the first time–just the first time in a couple of years–she’d been outsmarted by a pre-schooler.

Hayden actually did try to help, putting his plate and cup in the dishwasher, and his napkin in the trash, plus a bunch of crumbs on the floor. Lucie ruffled his hair. “Thanks, buddy. Now it’s time.”

He didn’t argue, just led the way upstairs, but he came to a stop in the doorway to his room. “I don’t think you’ll fit in my bed, Lucie.”

“I don’t either, buddy. But I can sleep on the sofa.”

He narrowed his blue eyes. “But then I can’t see if you’re nappin’. You hafta nap up here. I’ll get you one of Daddy’s pillows.” He ran across the hall before she could stop him, then reappeared, dragging a pillow with him. “Here. You can sleep beside my bed.” He swung the pillow toward her.

Lucie caught it. “Okay.” There was no point arguing. If she lay down next to his bed until he fell asleep, no big deal.

Hayden climbed up onto his bed and wrestled the blankets for a moment until he could slide between them. “Right there,” he said, pointing at the floor beside his bed.

She put the pillow down, then tucked his blankets around him. “Okay. Close your eyes.”

“When you do.”

She smiled. “All right.” She lowered herself to the floor, winking when he leaned over to watch, then stretched out. “All right, I’m going to close my eyes. One, two, three.” She shut her eyes, listening to him flop down and sigh. “Are your eyes closed?”

“Yep. Have a good nap, Lucie.”

“You, too, Hayden.”

For a few minutes, she listened to him fidget. Then it got quiet. She smiled again.

“Lucie?”

She winced. “Yeah, buddy?” She kept her tone low.

“I’m glad you moved here. Micah is too.” He sounded drowsy.

“Who’s Micah?” She should’ve let that go instead of keeping him talking.

“The lightkeeper.”

“Oh.” That explained that. “Okay, sleepy time,” she whispered.

“’Kay,” he whispered back.

This time when it got quiet, it stayed that way. She relaxed, listening to his even breathing. She needed to finish lunch clean-up. And maybe think about supper. She wondered what was in Nate’s fridge and freezer. Maybe after nap-time, she’d take Hayden over to raid her fridge–she probably had something in it that would need to be used up soon. She couldn’t remember right now what she’d picked up at the store.

She jerked awake, then blinked up at the small face hovering above her.

“You really took a nap.”

Lucie took a slow breath. “I told you I take naps.” She just hadn’t meant to do it today.

Hayden smiled, still hanging over the side of the bed. “I din’t believe you took naps.”

She reached up to tweak his nose, making him giggle. “Now you know I don’t lie.” She pushed upright. “Okay, buddy. Time to think about what you’re having for supper.” As she got to her feet, he scrambled out of bed.

“It’s not suppertime yet.” He caught her hand.

“I know, but if I figure it out now, you’ll be able to eat on time.” She bent to scoop up the pillow from the floor. “Can you put this back for me? I want to wash my hands.”

“’Kay.” He took the pillow and hurried across the hall while she went into the bathroom next door.

Her shoulder-length hair was a mess from her unplanned nap, so she did her best to finger-comb it into order again, then headed downstairs with Hayden, who plopped onto the sofa with a book while she continued into the kitchen.

No meat in the fridge, she discovered, so she opened the freezer. Plenty there, but now that she stood in front of Nate’s food, she remembered the chicken in her fridge. No defrosting necessary. Plus veggies in the crisper. She could roast them all together and have dinner in one pan. Less clean-up later.

“Hey, buddy!” She turned away from the fridge and came up short when she found Hayden a foot away, a book in one hand. “Oh, there you are. We need to run over to my place to get some things for supper. Let’s get your jacket.”

“What’re we havin’?” He followed her into the mud room and dropped his book on the bench inside the door.

“I’m going to roast a chicken and some veggies to go with it. Are you a good baker?” She helped him into the jacket, then tugged her sweater on.

“I help Grandma bake cookies.”

She made sure the back door was unlocked before she shut it behind them. “Well, that’s excellent. I was thinking maybe we could bake a cake for dessert.”

“I like cake.”

She laughed. “I bet you do. Come on, let’s do this.”

In under ten minutes, they were back at Nate’s. Hayden pulled up a step stool to the sink, and she let him ‘scrub’ potatoes and carrots with the vegetable brush while she prepped the chicken.

“What can I do next?” he asked when she handed him a towel and took over the veggies.

“Hm, let me think about that. After your fingers are dry, why don’t you get your book from the mud room until I get this into the oven? It’ll only be a couple minutes, and then we can mix up the cake.”

“Okay!” He swiped at his hands with the dish towel, then threw it at the counter before he ran to the next room.

Shaking her head, Lucie quickly finished cleaning the potatoes and carrots, then added them to the roasting pan, sprinkled some salt and pepper over everything and drizzled a little oil before she covered it and put it into the oven. When she turned around, Hayden was seated at the table, but instead of looking at his book, he watched her. She smiled. “Do you like icing on your cake?”

“Oh, yeah!” He nodded solemnly. “Chocolate is the best.”

“You think so?” She congratulated herself for thinking to grab the cocoa powder while they’d been at the other house. “Well, we might be able to do something about that.” She winked at him when his eyes rounded.

He helped with the cake, too, dumping cupfuls of ingredients into the bowl for her, though she had to admit it wasn’t as big a mess as it could have been. Teddy had been a much messier kitchen assistant. Lucie slid the cake pan into the second oven less than fifteen minutes later.

“Okay, now we mix up some icing, and clean up our mess, and we can actually read some of that book before the cake is ready to come out. What do you say?”

Hayden rushed at her and wrapped his arms around her legs. “Thank you, Lucie!”

She bent and gave him a hug. “You’re welcome.” Her chest squeezed a little, too, but she ignored it. “Thanks for being such a good helper. Okay,” she said as she straightened, “let’s make our icing, and then clean the table so we can read.”

She needed more than a nap, she mused. She needed a good night’s sleep to make up for last night. She was being too sentimental. A full night’s sleep, and she’d be as good as new.

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I have a guest blog post scheduled this Thursday, July 30, at Delilah Devlin’s blog, so I hope you will pop over and check that out, too. There might be a prize.

And maybe pop by my Facebook page on my birthday. I’m thinking about virtual cake (no calories!) and cocktails in the evening. Maybe a couple of party games, too. See you there!

 

This will be short and sweet, but I had to make sure you all know to come on over to my Facebook page today from noon to 5 p.m. EST for some release day fun!

Today is the day Light the Way Home is out in the world, and I’m so excited. I hope you like it!

 

 

If you come around regularly, you know I’ve been talking about this for ages. I’m way overdue for this story to be released, but it is finally time, and I’m excited to share it with you. Nervous, too, since it’s been such a long time since I had a book out. I hope you all like it. In case you like to pre-order so your reading material shows up on release day, I have a link where you can find your favorite online book-seller to pre-order Light the Way Home.

I’ll be hanging out over on my Facebook page on release day, Friday, March 27, 2020, from noon to 5pm EST, and I’d love if you stopped by to see me. I have a few ideas for discussion, and some games to play, so please don’t let me be there all by myself.

I’m working on our Sunday family dinner right now, but before I go, I have a little snippet for you, from Light the Way Home:

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Lucie had been on Mac’s Light Island for almost three weeks, but the view from the back door of her temporary home still took her breath away. Right now, she realized she’d been standing there staring, slack-jawed, at the sunlight glinting off the grey-blue ocean waves for a good five minutes. Shaking her head, she pulled the door shut and stepped down onto the sidewalk, feeling in her purse for her car keys.

She closed her fingers on the fob as a giggle reached her ears. She turned to the white picket fence that bordered the property next door as a big multi-colored ball sailed over it, toward her. “Oh!” She caught it before it hit her in the face, then started across the grass, balancing the ball on her hand.

Another giggle sounded as she neared the fence, so she adjusted her direction a tiny bit and came to a stop looking directly down onto a tousled blond head.

“I think you lost something,” she said.

The little boy’s face tipped up quickly, his blue eyes wide with surprise–as if he couldn’t believe she’d found him already.

Lucie grinned and held the ball higher.

He smiled as he got to his feet, brushing off his jeans-clad knees.

From seeing him playing outside several times already, she’d guessed he might be four, but now at close range, she scaled that back to three.

“Hi, I’m Hayden,” he said, holding out his right hand.

It was her turn to be surprised. She shook his hand, bemused. “Hi, Hayden, I’m Lucie.” Not too many three-year-olds had such good manners. Aside from the ball toss at her face, that is. “Nice to meet you.”

He glanced up at his ball. “Me an’ my dad are your neighbors.”

“I see that.” She noted he hadn’t mentioned his mom. “Who were you playing with?” She gave the ball a little bounce.

“Maybe you wanna play with me.” Guileless blue eyes locked on her face.

Ah. She squelched the pang in her chest. “I wish I could, but I’m on my way to town. Maybe we can play another time?” she added when his grin vanished.

“Like this afternoon?”

“Hayden!”

The deep voice got her attention–and the boy’s–just before a tall, sandy-haired man rounded the back corner of the next-door house.

Lucie’s mouth went dry. Wowza!

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Now I need to go check on some homemade mac and cheese for my guys, before I prep for my first week of work-from-home for the day-job. I hope you’re all staying safe and healthy, and that you will stop by for release day on Friday if you can! It’ll be a little distraction from being stuck at home for many of us.

 

 

( Photo by Fays cakes on Foter.com / CC BY-ND )

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 )

 

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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Photo credit: Tarique Sani / Foter / CC BY-NC-SA )

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.

 

 

Welcome to Crazy Season

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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?