Busy morning. Finished up edits on another book and signed a contract for a paranormal. I’m liking the way this is all falling into place and hopefully I can pull it all off. I’m excited about being able to share what’s coming. Soon. Now, I’m off to do some more writing on a contemporary before lunch then work. Have a stellar day, y’all.
— listening to Emerson Drive.
Okay, I promised so here is the contest. The first one anyway.
Nothing hard, truly. Just comment beneath the post about it on my author page to be entered to win.
The print set of the McKingley series (3 books/2 novellas per book) co-written with McKenna Jeffries.
This will run until noon (est) 23 Oct 14. Then I’ll have DH pick a name. I will ship anywhere so if any international people would like to enter, please feel free. Luck to all.
Another Wed in October…I’m enjoying the month, are you??
Today is a revisit with three of the Zulu Spectre members in Hearth, Holly, & Honor.
A collection of three Christmas stories involving members of Zulu Spectre.
BELIEVE — Trystan “Mayhem” Blade and Ivy Wallace. Can they find love in the snowy town of Starpoint, Vermont?
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU — Rance “Quint” MacLean and Dana MacLean. Will these two, having been driven apart by death, be able to reunite this Christmas?
THE STAR CAROL — Jacob “Bam Bam” Tracey and Astreah Sims. A few nights of unbridled passion, a connection which was deeper than either believed, and a blessing which would bring them together for all time.
Was one of those nights where sleep eluded me. I think I may have finished the book I’m on if I had just stayed up and wrote. But…no, I was under the impression I would fall asleep in bed not lay there and stare at the ceiling. Dogs have been walked and played outside for a few hours. The cat is playing tag with the Roomba (most amusing to me) as it cleans the floors upstairs. I’ve done the downstairs so those floors are drying now, while the dogs crash up here with me. I …think this Saturday I’m doing the carpets upstairs. So, I have my ice water beside me (sooo wish it was coffee but…that’s a no-no for me) and am off to write a bit more of what came in my mind last night before I break for lunch and heading off to work. And because I see it’s out on the publishers site I will share here the next cover in the interludes series, Till We Ain’t Strangers Anymore. Have a spectacular day, y’all!
— listening to Maroon 5.
Been a busy day for me thus far. Productive, but busy. I hope all y’all are having a great one.
Did you do anything fun over the weekend?
Finished writing a blog for a site, now I’m off to try and catch up on some more writing for my stories. Edits tomorrow and work tonight. I may be able to slip in a football game today before I go to work, but not sure. How is everyone doing this lovely Sunday?
Excerpt from Highlands at Dawn
She glanced up and saw the colors still there, just lighter. “And given all this freaky crap I just went through before the sex, I guess we should talk.”
Before she could say another word, he leaned in close and kissed her again. As it had previously, her body went haywire. She couldn’t have been more wired had she been hooked up to some livewires.
It ended just as suddenly as it began and she sat on the ground looking up at Billy, who stood there offering her a hand. She flicked her gaze from his hand to his face. He watched her, composed and looking totally the opposite of what she felt. Aroused. Rumpled. Needy.
She stood on without his assistance and made a show of shoving her hands into her own pockets. It won’t do me any good to touch him again. That much is certain. “So talk.” She began walking, grateful it didn’t take too long for her wobbly legs to fix themselves and be steady beneath her.
“The two men—”
“The two you killed.”
He sliced his gaze to her and she mashed her lips together.
“The two men were from The New Order.” Billy grasped her arm and turned her so they were face-to-face. “Let’s get one thing clear, right now, Malmuirie Gordon. I will kill as many as I have to in order of keeping you alive and safe. The more they send, the more they lose.” He released her and set off again.
The amount of possessiveness in his tone as he’d uttered those words was enough to make her need to clamp her legs together again. I need mental help if I’m thinking of this as a good thing. What woman is happy to hear a man say such things? Apparently her. She got the not-so-hidden message to keep quiet however, and let the man speak.
“The New Order will continue to send more men after you until they acquire what it is they want.”
“Right, my belt-necklace.”
He stared at her again with raised eyebrows. So much for keeping my mouth shut. It’s not my fault. I’ve always had a smart mouth.
“The other things were demons.”
She snorted and held her hand over her lips to try to keep it in. He stopped again and faced her, positioning himself directly in front of her.
“You telling me you didn’t see those things with the wings flying at you? Screeching? Wanting to rip you open from the gut and eat your entrails?”
She put her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Stop trying to gross me out. I’m a surgeon, we can talk stuff like that all day and it won’t faze me. Yes, I saw them, didn’t think they were demons though. Sorry, I didn’t know there was proper protocol for hearing about demons for the first time.”
He didn’t seem at all put out. In fact, he gave her an amused look before spinning around and walking again. She hastened to catch up and fell into step beside him.
“They won’t stop, Mal.”
“So why don’t I just give them the necklace, I can always go up and get another one.”
“No!” His sharp response fell instantly.
She blinked a few times before narrowing her gaze. “So let me get this straight… Some pyscho dudes are after me because of this thing”—she grabbed the charm hanging down and held it away from her body—“but I can’t give it to them knowing they will kill me if they don’t get it?”
“They get it…they’ll still kill you.”
They broke free of the conifers into an open field with tall, waving grass and a beautiful breeze. She crossed her arms and lifted her face to the sky.
“Why? If that’s what they’re after then why would they need to kill me?”
“It’s what they do. Plus, you’re marked for one of the Guardians.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, well, in that case…”
“You’re not listening to me.”
She ground her jaw and tapped her toe along the path. “Actually, I am. And you’re speaking crazy. I can have you admitted if you like. We have a pretty good psych ward here. You could get some help.”
Billy squared off with her, his face unreadable. “There will be no admitting me anywhere like that. How do I get you to believe this isn’t a game? These men and these demons will kill you. Yes, even if you give them the necklace…belt. It may buy you some more time but they will be back. They’re driven by something larger, something more powerful than they are.”
“And that would be?” Unease was beginning to roil in her gut.
“The New Order wants to recreate the world in a darker, much darker, image. They long for the anarchy and chaos which used to reign.”
“And this”—she touched it again—“is a threat to that?”
“Yes,” he said, apparently relieved she was understanding.
Mal walked a bit further until they reached another loch. She walked toward the edge and sat, legs bent and her chin upon her knees.
“I fail to see how it can be a threat to changing the world—or me.”
“Because that item is an artifact and you are the person who can—or rather did—activate it, so it can become part of the whole which is needed to call forth the hope for the world.”
In that instant, she was awash with overwhelming dread. Swallowing, she did her best to force it away. “Well, so long as it’s nothing all that big or important.”
Working on contemporaries today.
Had the pups out for their walk this morning and we ran into Animal Control. New guy, I haven’t seen him before but like the others, he pulls off the street and wants to talk about the dogs. So after a fifteen minute conversation with him (and the girls being wonderful) we get back on our way.
At the halfway point a cop pulls over to talk and asked if I do home visits (after he learned they were therapy dogs) for elderly people. I said we did and gave him my card. He has his mother who loves dogs but they don’t have dogs and she doesn’t seem as happy anymore. I told him I would be honored to come by for a visit. We set it all up and I’m going on Friday (turns out he doesn’t live far from me and has seen me walking the dogs often), yes, I’ll be exhausted this weekend for coursing but isn’t that what this is all about. Why have therapy dogs if I’m not willing to let them do what they’re so good about doing. He also asked if I would do a canine ambassador presentation for an after school event he holds for children.
The walk to a lot longer this morning but it was well worth it, in my opinion. Now, house has been cleaned…although I was distracted by a book, or three…and I am off to knock out my word count before work.
— listening to Arrow: Original Television Soundtrack: Season 1.
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