or well I will be in the morning.
If I owe you anything, mail, email, phone call, my children… I’ll get on it when I get back! (It’s been that kind of week)
:weee:
or well I will be in the morning.
If I owe you anything, mail, email, phone call, my children… I’ll get on it when I get back! (It’s been that kind of week)
:weee:

Their final mission will be to win her love.
A beautiful, vulnerable woman appears at the high country cabin where Hunter and Jericho live between assignments. They are captivated by their stunning, reticent visitor and vow to protect her—and uncover what she’s hiding. Neither is prepared for the unbelievable. Their beautiful innocent is a cougar shifter who’s spent a lifetime alone.
In the shelter of their love, Kaya blooms, finally willing to trust—and embrace her humanity again. Then Hunter and Jericho are called away on a mission that goes terribly wrong. Now, pregnant, and alone once more, she must find her way in a world she doesn’t belong to—and hope that the two men she loves will find their way home.
You can read an excerpt here and you can buy it here!
It’s kind of a lazy day. I did get a lot done yesterday, mainly out of pure frustration. I had to unbox those heavy damn ARCs that I still hadn’t unpacked and stuff envelopes to mail them out this week. But at those big ass boxes are off my desk now!
I figured out how I wanted to start Sweet Temptation. Starting for me is sometimes the hardest part. I’ll have the story in my head but am at a loss as to that jumping in point. Other times that’s ALL I know, is that opening scene and not much else. Trust me, no one wants in my head when it comes to writing a story.
Hubby is in the kitchen trying out a new recipe, and I’ve been feeding the washing machine all morning. I lead a very exciting life.
After lunch, we’re going into town to get my daughter all her stuff for softball. She starts a three day a week practice schedule this next week. That combined with middle son’s practice and tournament schedule is going to make for a very busy spring.
but I was up early this morning which really pissed me off. I was SO looking forward to sleeping in because I’ve been so tired all week with the crud I’ve had. But no. Up bright and early. Hubby and I went to get breakfast and I’ve done the mundane shit like put sheets on to wash. I need to get some writing done. It’s been a slow week with lots of distractions (good distractions, but distractions nonetheless)
Honestly I’m ready to go fishing :fishing: It’s been either too windy or too cold for several weeks and sometimes too cold AND too windy but soon! I’m also ready for a crawfish boil. Mmmmm oh man I’m starting to drool. We always make it a big family thing. Go to my dad’s, boil a shitload of crawfish and eat until we hurt.
I’m in one of those odd, contemplative moods today so I think I’m going to put on some good music and get some work done on Songbird and Micah.
I’ve managed to crawl out of bed :worthy: But I still have this nagging cough that’s driving me crazy. It’s not a productive cough which is worse to me. I hate the dry ones with the slight irritation and tickle at the back of my throat. Ugh.
Writing. I’m still working on Songbird. It’s going. Slowly but going. If I can hit a certain point, the rest will go rather quickly but getting there is kind of like slogging through the mud :fainting:
Just a few more days until Amber Eyes releases! This one has totally slipped up on me. I swear this whole year has been a blur so far…
I went to bed at nine last night and I still didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. Tonight we’re headed to the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo :weee: I look forward to this each year. Rascal Flatts is performing tonight (I love them) I’d wanted to see Gary Allen and Darius Rucker among others but I’m out of town when they’re going to be in Houston (bummer) Last year we went to see Tim McGraw.
So work today. Play tonight. I figure I can be miserable and freezing from fever here in bed or I can be miserable at the rodeo. Two guesses what my preference is :banana:
freezing my ass off! ai yi yi. So last weekend was my son’s first baseball tournament. It rained on us, cold front moved through and the wind blew about 40mph all weekend. It was miserable. Then it warmed up during the week. As in it was freaking hot and we ran the a/c. Just in time for this weekend’s tournament? Yeah, cold and windy again.
I’ve got a cold, my face is chapped and I’m grumpy.
And I’m starting to panic over my San Fran trip coming up in less than two weeks. :help:
Hmmm well it’s going. I always hate the story as I’m writing it. I’m not sure why, but it’s my thing now. I can’t seem to help it. I loathe every word, think it’s the worst piece of shit ever. I finish a story and think this will be my last because I’m going to get fired for writing crap.
And then this weird things happen. I pick up the book later and I read it and I don’t remember writing THIS story. I can’t remember why I hated it so much. It’s like someone else wrote it. I’m just waiting for the day, however, when I hate it all the way through and STILL hate it when I pick it up later. Then I’m screwed.
I’m not sure if I love or hate Songbird yet. I don’t think I’m far enough into it where it hits me. I love it in theory. Love the concept and story arc, but what’s in my head is always a far cry from getting it down on paper. Sometimes it makes it, sometimes it doesn’t. :dunno:

but s’rsly, Vegas kicked my ass and not in a good way. Yesterday I was SO tired. I dragged all day. But when I go to bed last night? Could. Not. Sleep. :dunno:
I laid there. And laid there. And laid there some more. Got up. Worked awhile. Went back to bed. Got up. Worked some more. Sent off some stuff to my agent at 3 in the morning. Today I was talking to her and she laughed and asked me what the hell I was doing emailing her at 3 in the morning. Then she informed me I was obviously overtired which makes sense in a twisted sort of way.
I got to sleep after four then had to get up to take the kids to school. Told myself I’d just go back to bed when I got home. So I crawled in. Could. Not. Sleep. :passedout:
I’ve gotten squat done this week because I’ve been too busy dragging ass and whining. I’m just hoping to hell I can sleep tonight. :pray: