Day 4 Attitude of Gratitude Challenge

August 28th, 2014

Jessica Jarman tagged me 5 day Attitude of Gratitude Challenge. Each day for five days, I’ll list 3 things I’m grateful for and nominate two new people each day.
Day 4:
1. Family (other than immediate) I’m very lucky to have a wide spread family who if I need I can tap for questions, or just talking. Love them all.
2. My library. The books I have in my office are near and dear to me. While I’m still taking some out to make more room, I continue to have *mumble mumble* number of boxes in storage. I am an avid reader and am so thrilled DH is finding his love of books as well so we can both use my library.
3. Music. I love music. I would prefer it over television any second of the day. Nearly all kinds. It sings to me and my soul that no matter where I am, it has a way of making my day brighter. Music helps me write, do edits, and just be. It also allows me to sing (since I won’t do that in public anymore).
Today’s nominations: Lea Rashard and Trina Stewart.

Day 3 of Attitude of Gratitude Challenge

August 27th, 2014

Jessica Jarman tagged me 5 day Attitude of Gratitude Challenge. Each day for five days, I’ll list 3 things I’m grateful for and nominate two new people each day.
Day 3:
1. I’m grateful my daddy encouraged me to learn and utilize meditation so I don’t lose it and get myself in trouble.
2. I’m grateful I get to hang out with a wonderful friend today at our lunch.
3. I’m grateful I have a roof over my head and food in my cupboards and I don’t have to worry about the weather or where my next meal is coming from.
Today, I nominate: Lanna Farrell and Paige Tyler.

Wednesday Whisper

August 27th, 2014

Just a short one today that reminds y’all of the three-in-one I have dealing with three members of Zulu Spectre, Hearth, Holly, & Honor.

*Whispering* Another Zulu Spectre member’s story is coming out this year!

hearthhollyhonor1A 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

Attitude of Gratitude Challenge

August 26th, 2014
Jessica Jarman nominated me for the 5 day Attitude of Gratitude Challenge. Each day for five days, I’ll list 3 things I’m grateful for and nominate two new people each day. Day Two: 1. My friends. I’m truly blessed to have such a supportive group around me and I am ever so grateful for them. 2. My parents. They were the ones who taught me respect (something sadly, I find sorely lacking in today’s… society) but never to be a doormat and stand up for myself. They encouraged me to go after what I wanted and never said I couldn’t do that. And they taught me what loving unconditionally is all about. The best parents anyone could have in the world. 3. I suppose I can’t mention parents without mentioning my brother. We may argue and disagree (or used to) but I couldn’t ask for a better guy to always have my back. Plus, he gave me a rockin’ niece to enjoy when I get to see her. Today’s nominations: Erin Osero and Lanna Farrell.

Welcome to Monday

August 25th, 2014

Working on…yep, you guessed it, my schedule. Again. One day the original one will keep all year. Ain’t today, that’s for sure. But, I’m heading back to freeing up my weekends from writing. I need the time away so, revamping. I hope this finds everyone having a wonderful Monday. And with this, I’m heading off to finish the schedule and lock myself in the writing cave for the next few weeks.

Happy Sunday

August 24th, 2014
Great morning for coursing practice. Now off to work. Happy Sunday.

It’s Saturday!

August 23rd, 2014

Popping in briefly to say good morning…*Good Morning*…before I head off to take all the boxes to Goodwill, clean, write and whatever else happens to fall on my plate this busy day.

Happy Friday!

August 22nd, 2014
I’ve pulled ten–that’s right ten–pairs of shoes from my closet to give away, they are still sitting out because I don’t think DH will believe me if I just tell him I gave that many away. I’m still not sure I do. And now I am off to try and figure out why a portion of my manuscript likes to change the hero’s name to “I” and how to stop it. It’s happened three times and for different editors. Part of me thinks it’s my devil cat at work. Le sigh… Have a splendid day everyone. — listening to R.E.M.

On the downside of the week…

August 21st, 2014

We made it over the hump. Happy Thursday!

Met a very nice animal control officer on our walk this morning who had nothing but lovely things to say about the dogs. Also he took my card to set up some pet safety/canine ambassador events later on. Now, am back and the house is clean (always a bonus for me) so I will get some writing done then get back to filling the boxes for Goodwill. Have four so far and I want to fill even more. — listening to Idina Menzel.

Wednesday Whisper

August 20th, 2014

Happy Wednesday,

Today it’s all about Tempest and Maverick from Chayton’s Tempest! Enjoy!

Chayton's Tempest Frnt Blurb:

Tempest Burnell was content with her life in the Southwestern desert until the day she came face to face with her past. Time had been wonderful to him, a tall Native American, blessing him with jet black hair, obsidian eyes, and bronzed skin covering a body packed in muscles.

James “Maverick” Lonetree heads to New Mexico because of a vision. When he lays eyes upon a sexy bartender, new life pours into him. He longs to know more about the dark-skinned, curvaceous woman and yet she seems to hate him.

When the past comes out, Maverick is faced with a hurdle more crucial than anything he’s ever faced in his thirty-six, even recent years as a SEAL. He is however, determined to break through the wall erected around Tempest’s heart and earn forgiveness for past transgressions. Combine her mistrust, with interfering families, and the fact he calls the other side of the country home, he knows it won’t be easy.

SEALs are known for many things, giving up…isn’t one of them. Maverick vows to make Tempest understand she’s not just his salvation, she is…

Chayton’s Tempest

Excerpt:

Maverick cut his eyes over to Tempest who nodded slightly at the man. Then he released his grip on him and allowed him to drop heavily back to his seat. The man rubbed his shoulder and glared at Maverick. The bouncers tapped the men on the shoulders and escorted all three of them out.

“Come here,” Maverick ordered Tempest.

She moved as close to him as the bar allowed and stared at him with amazement in her eyes. “Thank you,” she murmured. “For that.”

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Maverick asked, reaching for her wrist.

The slightest touch of his skin upon hers made her tremble. “I’m fine. Excuse me; I have to get back to work.” Tugging slightly on her arm, she tried to get her arm back but he held it instead. His thumb moved gently across the smooth inside skin of her wrist.

“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you,” he promised her in a low voice.

“I don’t have the ability to be hurt anymore,” she snapped, not liking her body’s reaction to his touch. “You saw to that.” Tempest ignored the flash of pain in his gaze and jerked her hand free.

He shook his head. “That was just nasty.”

“I’m sorry you expected me to fall willingly into your arms, like most women would. But I’m not like that.” Tempest turned away only to stop and face him again. “But I do thank you for your help. Any drinks you have tonight are on the house.”

“What if I don’t want a drink? What if I want a date instead?” Maverick blurted out over the noise, causing it to drop considerably again.

Tempest saw the way her employees were watching her. Mili was nodding in encouragement. Putting her dark eyes on the chiseled physique of the man who had given her Dakota, she tilted her head. “You want a date with me?”

I want so much more than that. “Yes. I don’t want free drinks; I want a date with you. You, Tempest. You can’t tell me we have nothing in common; you are the mother of my child.”

“One date?”

“For starters.”

Tempest allowed herself to ogle his body; he stood there so proud and strong. Maverick was dressed in blue jeans, those black boots, and a white tee shirt that offset his bronzed skin coloring so beautifully. “One date,” she conceded.

Half of his kissable mouth turned up into a smile. “Wonderful. Tomorrow?”

“Sure,” she agreed.

“Perfect,” he stated as his large body sat back down on the stool. Pulling some money out of his wallet he slid it across the bar at her. “I’ll have a Coke.”

“What are you doing? I thought you were leaving,” she stuttered, suddenly nervous.

“Nope. I’m staying until closing. I’ll pick you up around two tomorrow.” Pushing the money closer, he sent her a predatory grin. “Plain Coke.”

Biting her lip, Tempest got him his drink, sliding it across the smooth finish. “Here you go; no charge.” Then she was gone, moving down the counter to tend other patrons.

 

Maverick’s glass never went empty but Tempest kept her distance. He could tell the other workers wanted to ask her what he’d meant by his blatant admission. But she shook off their questions and stayed focused on her work.

It was after two-thirty in the morning before the place was empty aside from Tempest, Mili, and Maverick. Mili finished up sweeping the floor while Tempest cleaned behind the bar and did some inventory.

When Tempest had announced it was closing, everyone had groaned but began leaving. Last call had been made much earlier, so clean up was relatively easy. Maverick had merely drunk his Coke and watched people leave.

Only when two bouncers approached him had he reacted. He’d cast a glance back towards Tempest, who’d sent the men a nod of approval. So the men hadn’t bothered him and had made certain everyone else had left in an orderly fashion.

“You know you can’t make this a habit,” Tempest said as she ran a dry rag over the counter, making it gleam.

“Can’t make what a habit?” Maverick asked, deliberately being obtuse.

“Staying here all night. Don’t you have something more important to do?” Turning her back on him, she ran a critical eye over the bottles before her, taking stock.

Maverick allowed his eyes to travel all over her body. She stood with most of her weight on her left leg. Her stance allowed the leather of her pants to form even tighter to her derrière. She had a beautiful hourglass shape, one he longed to explore and get to know on an up close and very personal level.

With a quick wink to Mili, he vaulted effortlessly over the bar to land silently behind her. “I don’t have anything more important to do.” He allowed his eyes to move over her one more time, trying to control the insistent jerking of his swollen cock inside his pants. Maverick had to give her credit; she’d only jumped a small bit.

“What are you doing?”

“Turn around,” he spoke in a low, authoritative voice.

Slowly, Tempest complied with his order. “What? I’m really tired and want to get in bed.”

His eyes twinkled. “Is that an offer?”