“We should close the drapes, Dante. People are bound to see us.”

“Let them,” he growled.

“You can’t be serious,” Delilah sounded panicked. He positioned her legs round his waist and stood.

“Hold on,” he grinned. She locked her ankles behind his back.

Dante carried her down the hall. From the corner of his eye, he saw Eliza pass by and with a squeak, retreated into the office she had just exited. “Don’t mind me! Oh! Dante! Watch those stitches!” Dante heard Eliza scold, but couldn’t care to respond. He was in no pain. Delilah sucked in a breath in probable horror, but he could only laugh and continue walking.

He carried her to his bedroom and kicked the door closed with his foot. “Now. We don’t have to worry about drapes or other squeaking inhabitants.”

Yeah…

In other news, I’m just writing and editing and writing and reading and editing. Tis the season, I suppose.  I hope everyone has a safe and wonderful holiday.

And a very special thanks to all of you who continue to read and associate with me.

E.

And my geek boy husband is the SHIT.

I have a brand new blog. Neener.

Blogger decided to eat my template and declare it evil and malwarelicious, so I tried to install a word press thing. The free standing, hosted by them templates were so sad. I couldn’t find a button to install a theme (apparently they want you to pay for such things… the nerve ) so I whined to my husband and.. well…here I am. La.

In totally unrelated news:

I’m drumming up a book give away idea. If I can figure out some neat way or contest.

It’s the most wonderful tiiime of the year. Yeah, I think I’ve said it before. LOL I’ve waited all summer for this.

I don’t really have much to say that would be profound right now. My brain is total mush since editing my first book through, edits for The Electrifying Exploits of the English Three (OMG 3 months to release date!)

But, it’s Halloween.
It’s always meant so much to me. A time to be someone else. A time for the parties and fun. On the spiritual side, it’s a time to reflect and remember those who aren’t with us. The physical side says it’s time to appreciate the harvest and get ready for winter. It’s time to break out the pumpkin spice lattes, the hoodies and the jeans that scrape the ground when you walk. It’s time for hoarding candy…

Personally? It’s time for music. Clubbing was the best around Halloween. Everyone is so stoked for the holiday season. They get to be someone else (or go all out as themselves!) and dress up.

But the Music and Dancing… it’s been the only real religion I’ve ever identified with.

October has arrived and the rest of the year is all down hill from here.

I know all my weekends from here to – uh – December – no wait… January are now quickly filling up. I probably won’t be able to breathe until sometime next February. No wait, I’ll be at  Roundcon Gaming Convention in February – Come by and see me!  So… Make that March?
I’m not complainy though. Summer was totally unproductive and as we slide into better weather, I’ll wake up and take off at the speed of light.

I already have, actually.

This past weekend was full of late night bbq’s with friends, the fair (also with friends and cotton candy, and a random evil parking lot bunny,) and a family reunion in another state.

Today, I’m stopping at Long and Short Reviews to blog. Be sure to stop and say hello.

This week I’ll also update with a link as I stop over at The Pop Culture Divas to hang out and talk about Kilted Guys.

The 14th I’ll be at Rachel Brimble’s blog doing a little interview as well.

Next weekend will be another book signing (at the Book Worm in Powder Springs, People!)

Yeah.. I’ll be coasting downhill until Spring.

To fill in the cracks of the week, I’m slowly going over my NaNoWriMo book in my head.

Oh yeah, babies.
It’s coming.

That’s right.
I will more than likely be working on a related book to The Electrifying Exploits of the English Three, (now with blurby goodness!)  but don’t hold me to it until November 1st. Bring on the Coffee and the Chewy Sweet Tarts! Bring on the BioFreeze and the wrist braces! Self induced hysteria is coming!

And one last squee of the day, here’s my book trailer for Devil In A Red Kilt.

Whew.. I think I need a nap already!

It all started out a semi normal day.

Wake up at the ass crack of dawn to get the kids up, one on the bus and the other ready to go to a doctor’s appointment by 9:30. My husband is driving my car because it’s a bit more reliable to do his job, and I’m usually at home. I’m to borrow my sister’s car – if I can get his car (the evil car) to her house.

So, off we go into the wild blue yonder of the Atlanta bypass and beyond in my sister’s car. Doctor’s appointment goes well. Lunch afterward was wonderful. I return my sister’s car and pick up the Evil Car.

Evil. Car. 

Evil Car is a beater 1991 Volvo. The seat is broken on one side so it actually faces more to the right side than the front. It can’t be adjusted. The electrical system is jacked up, so the clock,r radio, the odometer, and most importantly… the gas gauge… don’t… work…

As we drove out of the safety of my sister’s neighborhood, the car started to sputter… Is it the engine or the gas? I didn’t have time to get that answer in my head because not long after that, the stupid thing up and died on the side of a four lane.

My three year old and I take to the grassy side to walk to the nearest gas station, about a mile away.
Got a little ways down the street to a  red light and an ANGEL drove up and asked if we needed help.
“I”m not a murderer! do you need help!?”
“I’m not a scammer! I need gas!”

Thank various gods this woman had a carseat in her car and we toodle off to the gas station. I’m not really sure what I said because the only thing that was going through my mind at the time was OMGOMGOMGOMGTHIS IS NOT HAPPENING.

:: sigh ::

Nice lady returns me to my car in one piece and not in several, and the handy Marietta PoPo roll up to lend a helping hand as well.

We all said YAY when the car cranked up (and I was internally freaking because my stomach was now not happy I had Mexican food not an hour before.. eeeek.)

I say thanks a thousand times to the nice lady and drove away back to the gas station to get more gas. Turn it off. Get Gas. Crank it again.

It won’t crank.

!(@*#(#*$&(*!@$!!!

Call my BFF and freak again. Randomly crank the car and miraculously, it starts again. OMG WAT?
CUSS the Evil Car all the way home..

Well the nice part of this story is that I belong to a local forum and posted a ‘thank you to the lady who helped me’ post…
Someone saw it, and is a friend of hers.

Now, if I can find her, I want to say THANK YOU in a non-freaked-out way.
She mentioned buying my book, amongst the inane babble and now I just want to thank her by giving her a copy. It’s the very least I can do.

There really are nice people in the world.
Sometimes you just have to be in a ditch to find them.

So…  Everything went kind of nutty for August. Devil In A Red Kilt came out, I finished editing The Electrifying Exploits of the English Three (yes the second book will have a shorter name so you won’t forget it in the middle of saying it,) and appeared at a book signing.

First — The book signing was awesome! I had so much fun and saw so many people I haven’t seen in yearrrrs. They came from all over. It was a blur! Two hours of signing my name and remembering what people said their names were gone in a breath. I do have to say, next time, I’ll forgo the champagne toast. That made concentrating fuuuun. I’m so thankful for everyone who came. I spent the rest of the weekend in awe of you guys. Seriously. The book store was fantastic and actually invited me back for October 9th! I can’t wait.

Fore more details on that, please see their website at http://www.thebookwormonline.com/  And if you’re in the area, stop by and show them support! They rock! They’ll probably even have a copy of my book on their shelf!

Second – Editing the EEE3. Holy crapballs y’all. My editor rocks the mufuggin casbah. I never saw so many embarrassing mistakes in my life. I’m so grateful for having such awesome people working with me to make sure I don’t look like a fool… He (@smoulderingsea, for those playing twitter at home) worked magic on my manuscript. From arguing about underwear to late night hysterics about Dos Equis and blowjobs… It was done. I less than three him. seriously. I hope I have the chance to work with him again.

I couldn’t have done it with out all the wonderful people around me encouraging me to spew words into my computer. I really appreciate all the kindness (and evil) that’s made me write. and keep writing.

So what’s up now? I’m working on a few guest blogs (to be announced later!) and a short story. Come November I’ll be writing a full length novel again. I. Can’t. Wait.

Take care!

YES. WE ARE! We’re HERE!!

Their Happily Ever After
Deserved a Second Chance …

For more than twenty years, Evan and Evie MacDonald were the couple “meant to be.” Their marriage now in tatters, they throw one final family Halloween party to honor Evie’s recently deceased mother. But, as Evan’s hand hovers over divorce papers, the ancient Celtic secrets Evie’s mother always spoke of spring to life.

Transported in flames to thirteenth-century Scotland, Evie and Evan land on opposite sides of the feud raging between Clans MacDonald and McLeod. Dubbed the Red Devil, Evan’s skills as a leader and warrior bring him into the enemy camp – and back to Evie. Now, faced with an ancient evil they never imagined, the two must rekindle the “forever and ever” kind of love they once felt, and bargain for a bit of Fae magic to flip the hourglass right side up again – before time runs out.

Yeah? Okay??

I’m winding down the OMGOMGOMG countdown to the release of DEVIL IN A RED KILT. We’re getting so close, people. I can barely contain myself.

I’ve peeked at the cover and it’s awesome – I’m just not going to share.. neener. You’ll just have to keep paying attention to my blog and tweets and facebookings to see… teehee. (I’m evil. I know. I get that a lot.)

Here’s a sneaky peek at the blurb!

Their Happily Ever After
Deserved a Second Chance …

For more than twenty years, Evan and Evie MacDonald were the couple “meant to be.” Their marriage now in tatters, they throw one final family Halloween party to honor Evie’s recently deceased mother. But, as Evan’s hand hovers over divorce papers, the ancient Celtic secrets Evie’s mother always spoke of spring to life.

Transported in flames to thirteenth-century Scotland, Evie and Evan land on opposite sides of the feud raging between Clans MacDonald and McLeod. Dubbed the Red Devil, Evan’s skills as a leader and warrior bring him into the enemy camp—and back to Evie. Now, faced with an ancient evil they never imagined, the two must rekindle the “forever and ever” kind of love they once felt, and bargain for a bit of Fae magic to flip the hourglass right side up again—before time runs out.

LET THE FINAL WAITING REALLY BEGIN!