July 11, 2014
Yesterday we had tree guys working in our forest and around the house trying to prepare for fire season and the usually confident and brave Dumb Ass (please don’t email me about her name, it’s a nickname, and just trust me, well deserved) was terrified of the sound of trees falling, poor baby. She decided to hang out at my feet all day. Every once in awhile she licked my coconut flavored (lotion) legs to remind me she was still there.
Also, ignore my messy kitchen.
July 10, 2014
Yes, I have pictures but let me set up the scenario for you, shall I? So I was in the yard out front at dusk, playing ball with the dog when suddenly, and brace yourselves because I sure did, a baby bear came bounding up to us, all “hey can I play too?” I went utterly still in shock because for a second, the dog and the bear cub looked so much alike it was startling. And I know that’s what happened with little baby bear too, he thought the dog was one of them.
Not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, the dog blinked, then shook it off and panted happily, willing to play. I’m like DOG, HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING? And she agreed that no, she’d learned nothing, so she offered the baby bear her ball.
I grabbed the dog. Because I actually have a learning curve, and I know damn well that where there’s an adorable baby cub there’s also a bitch of momma bear, and they are always PMSing. Always. So I turn to drag the dog into the house when I see the momma, about fifteen feet behind me, digging through our trash.
I did what Alpha Man always does, I yelled at her, except when he does it she runs. Okay, when he does it, he’s often setting off a fire cracker at her ass to really get her moving, but he’s male. That’s what males do, blow up things and make lots of noise. I just stood there and jumped up and down and waved my hands like an idiot, and in return, she stared me down.
This is where my knees turned to overcooked noodles. Because it’s one thing to walk past a lazy bear sunning on the trail. It’s another entirely to get past a HUNGRY, pissed off PMSing momma bear. So I cursed Alpha Man for being at a basketball game and ran into the house with the dog. I raced up the stairs and onto the deck, where I once again yelled at the bear to get out of our trash.
She said I could come down there and tell her that. I said I would, but I didn’t want to scare her. Because I’m so tough. That’s when I realized I heard a sound behind me. On the deck. I whirled around and found the baby. She wanted to get back to Mountain Barbie and play, and was willing to climb and tree and jump to us.
This is where I just about had heart failure. If he got to us, you can bet that Momma would be right behind him. I tried telling the baby that his momma wanted him. He wasn’t buying it. I promised that baby I’d leave him some really stinky trash if he only WENT BACK TO HIS MOMMA.
He started to cry. He wanted to play, dammit. And then the momma bear gave me one of those I’m going to eat you up for a snack looks. She puffed up and growled at me. And I am not ashamed to admit that that’s when I gave up being brave and trying to save the trash. I dropped my camera, and ran like hell into the house.
And ate a box of cookies.
July 9, 2014
Update: Winner, randomly drawn, is: Leslee Nevius
I love this…
And for me, it’s true. Because hello, Romeo and Juliet are dead and that doesn’t really work for me.
How about you? Are you with The One? Or waiting for The One? Or have fond memories of The One? Tell me what you can. Yes, I’m nosy. I’m a writer, it’s in my genes.
I have an ARC of IT’S IN HIS KISS for one random commenter… Wow, I’m nosy AND a tease…
July 8, 2014
Update: Winners, randomly drawn are: Jennifer L. and Carol. Hit the contact button with your addy and also which book you won!
Today’s gig is easy. Name the book of mine this excerpt comes from and a couple of you will win my next book, IT’S IN HIS KISS, which, bee-tee-dub, just got a starred review from Publisher’s Weekly. Go:
A rough sound escaped him, and he tightened his grip. “It’s okay, Ali. I’ve got you.”
Thank God. For just this one second, someone had her. She didn’t have to be strong all on her own. She exhaled a long, shaky breath and concentrated on dragging more air in. After a few beats, she realized he smelled amazing, guy amazing, and that her lips were pressed against his throat. Suddenly it wasn’t just comfort she was feeling, but a whole boatload of other things too, with arousal leading the pack. Extremely aware of the big, warm hand moving up and down on her back, she wondered – did he feel it too?
And then she had a bigger problem. Her face was still pressed up against his warm skin and – look at that — every time she moved, her mouth slid over him.
He hadn’t shaved that morning, probably not yesterday either, and his skin was rough with stubble. Deliciously rough. And then there was his scent … Yum. She could no more have stopped herself from doing it again as she could have stopped breathing.
In reaction, Luke let out a low, very male sound that called to the most female part of her.
Which answered her question. Yeah, he felt it too.
Cheating is totally allowed but let me know if you’ve read the book?
July 7, 2014
I’ve mentioned a time or thousand that I’m working my way through Supernatural on Netflix. And let me tell you, some of those episodes are SCARY. Just trying to set the scene for you. So there I was alone in the house, on the couch with my headphones on, watching an episode on my computer. It was a very tense scene and suddenly a hand comes down on my shoulder.
Tossed the computer.
Dove off the couch.
Only to find Alpha Man bent over laughing his ass off.
My current plan is to never speak to him again. My computer is fine, by the way. But I’m still mad. Planning to hold a grudge for a good long time too. How about you? You ever scare the crap out of someone, or had someone scare the crap out of you?
P.S. It Had To Be You is on digital sale for $1.99 wherever digital books are sold.
July 3, 2014
Today is a teasing tidbit of THEN CAME YOU, out now:
They worked together for four straight hours, practically on top of each other. At lunch, she sneaked out the back door for a breath of air that didn’t include the delicious scent of Wyatt.
The day was bright, the sun warm, and she texted her sister almost blindly: He’s got two day scruff and is wearing Army cargoes, and I want to eat him up with a spoon. Tell me no.
She waited a minute for a response, and didn’t get one. Instead, the back door opened behind her. When she turned her head she nearly swallowed her tongue.
Wyatt stood there holding his phone, his eyes lit with a good amount of trouble and even more heat.
Oh God. She looked down at her phone, squinting past the bright sun.
She’d texted him instead of Sara.
This wasn’t good. This was the opposite of good. This was bad, very very bad. She strained for dignity, but fresh out, she had to settle for humility. Retreat, she decided, and tried to stride past him and back inside. But two things happened simultaneously. First,
her body brushed against his and a shiver raced through her, the good kind that made her want to rub all over him. And second, he caught her arm, whirled her around and pressed her against the wall,
covering her body with his.
Huh, I guess Emily has a little I Love Lucy in her.