Dad and babies in delivery room.
We've had a big day.
Friday, December 27, 2013
Babies Are Here!
Still out town but had to post baby pics. Emily and Marshall arrived yesterday morning. I'll catch up soon. Promise.
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas, dear friends.
Later today, the hh and I will be heading out of town to await the arrival of our grandbabies. I will be posting and visiting blogs soon.
Monday, December 23, 2013
Friday, December 20, 2013
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Released Today: Tall, Dark and Undead
It's out.....
His eyes glowed bright as brimstone. The tips
of fangs were visible even under his closed lips.
“Give
me a moment,” he whispered in a hoarse voice.
As I
stared, the glow subsided. From the wash of the street light his eyes shone a
stormy gray. The tips of the fangs retracted. I walked to him, unafraid.
“That’s twice now you’ve saved me.”
“You
use up lives quicker than a cat.” His voice had returned to its normal
melodious cadence. He watched me approach.
“Thank
you, again.” I held out my hand. “I’m Suzanne James.”
The
hand that swallowed mine felt cool and hard. “Adrian Caine.” His touch drew me. His eyes compelled me. My
heart beat quickened. My breath grew shallow. I took a step closer then closer
yet, my only awareness: his magnetic gaze and the sweet peppermint of his
breath on my upturned face. His eyes were stormy as thunderclouds on a dark night.
“You conflict me.” He breathed that sweet scent on my face as his head lowered
toward mine.
“Friend
of yours?”
Cal’s voice startled me
and broke the spell I had fallen under. I took a deep breath and a step back.
“Yes. Cal Royce, Adrian Caine.”
The
men sized each other up. From the expressions on their face, neither was much
impressed with the other.
“You
should do a better job protecting her, policeman.” Adrian spoke in a soft voice but it carried a
sting like a whiplash.
Cal’s head jerked back.
His hand tightened around my purse. I grabbed it before the contents spewed out
from the force of his grip. “What the hell does that mean and who the hell are
you? How did you know I was a detective?”
“Where
were you when she was attacked just now?” Adrian
countered.
Cal whipped around. “Is
that true, Suzanne?”
“Yes.” I
felt a headache coming on. And my eye began to twitch.
Available Nov 28, 2013
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
VBT: Cassie Scot Paranormal Detective and Secreets and Lies
BLURB:
Book
One
Cassie
Scot: Paranormal Detective
Cassie Scot is the ungifted daughter of powerful sorcerers, born
between worlds but belonging to neither. At 21, all she wants is to find a
place for herself, but earning a living as a private investigator in the shadow
of her family’s reputation isn’t easy. When she is pulled into a paranormal
investigation, and tempted by a powerful and handsome sorcerer, she will have
to decide where she truly belongs.
Book
Two
Secrets
and Lies
Cassie
Scot, still stinging from her parents’ betrayal, wants out of the magical
world. But it isn’t letting her go. Her family is falling apart and despite
everything, it looks like she may be the only one who can save them.
To complicate matters, Cassie owes Evan her life, making it difficult for her to deny him anything he really wants. And he wants her. Sparks fly when they team up to find two girls missing from summer camp, but long-buried secrets may ruin their hopes for happiness.
To complicate matters, Cassie owes Evan her life, making it difficult for her to deny him anything he really wants. And he wants her. Sparks fly when they team up to find two girls missing from summer camp, but long-buried secrets may ruin their hopes for happiness.
My parents think the longer the
name, the more powerful the sorcerer, so they named me Cassandra Morgan Ursula
Margaret Scot. You can call me Cassie.
I've been called a lot of things in
my life: normal, ordinary, and even a disappointment. After the Harry Potter
books came out, a couple of people called me a squib. Since I haven't read
them, I have to assume it's a compliment.
Personally, I prefer normal, which
is why the sign on my office door reads: Cassie Scot, Normal Detective.
You have to understand that around
here, when your last name is Scot, people are easily confused. Not only are my
parents powerful practitioners, but I have six talented brothers and sisters.
Plus, my family hasn't always been known for its subtlety. When weird stuff
happens around here, the people who are willing to believe in magic are prone
to suspect the Scots.
The day I opened for business I got a
call from an old woman who swore her cat was possessed by the devil. She also
swore she'd read my web site, which clearly stated the types of work I did and
did not do. Exorcisms were on the No list, and while I hadn't specified pet
exorcisms, I would have thought it was implicit.
AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
Award-winning
author Christine Amsden has written stories since she was eight, always with a
touch of the strange or unusual. She became a “serious” writer in 2003, after
attending a boot camp with Orson Scott Card. She finished Touch of Fate shortly
afterward, then penned The Immortality Virus, which won two awards. Expect many
more titles by this up-and-coming author.
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/ChristineAmsden
Enter to win a $50 Amazon or BN
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Monday, December 16, 2013
Vanilla Brandy, err Vanilla Extract
Greetings everyone, yes it is Monday, but it's getting closer and closer to the holidays where we'll be home even on Mondays.
My Vanilla Extract is bottled and ready to go. I ordered the bottles and labels on line. Next year I'm going to start in July so those beans can get good and saturated, and my vanilla will smell more like extract and less like brandy:) I'm giving them out with a Christmas spatula and chocolate covered pretzel.
Babies are still in holding pattern, which is just fine with the hh since he is in the middle of giving and grading finals. I kept the ceramic planters from when my babies were born and I'm recycling them for the next generation. I took the planters to the local florist and had them put plants in them and when our little peas in the pod decide to make their entrance I'll take them to the hospital and give to the DIL. It's hard to tell from the picture but the one plant is a pink Christmas Cactus.
But enough about me. How was your weekend? Wondrous? Of course, it was.
My Vanilla Extract is bottled and ready to go. I ordered the bottles and labels on line. Next year I'm going to start in July so those beans can get good and saturated, and my vanilla will smell more like extract and less like brandy:) I'm giving them out with a Christmas spatula and chocolate covered pretzel.
But enough about me. How was your weekend? Wondrous? Of course, it was.
Friday, December 13, 2013
Friday The 13th
Are you superstitious?
The good news is it's Friday.
The bad news is it's The Thirteenth.
~*~
On Sale:
99 cents at Amazon
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~*~
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Thursday, December 12, 2013
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
VBT: King of Bad
With us today is Kai Strand talking about: Good vs Bad. Not Always A Clear Choice
I’m going to ask you to do some imagining with me. Picturing
scenarios in your head for the purposes of illustrating a point.
Imagine if you will, an epic traffic pile up on a freeway.
An oil tanker has tipped on its side and is spewing its contents. The river of
gasoline is headed straight for the pile of cars that are already aflame. The
truck’s driver hit his head and is out cold, slumped over the steering wheel.
(The cab is still upright, while the tank is on its side. We must keep this
simple-ish). How do you react?
GOOD person: Rushes forward, throws open the truck’s door,
climbs in, unbuckles the unconscious person and drags him clear just as the
trail of gasoline ignites and a line of flame zips backward to blow the tanker
sky high.
BAD person: Rushes for truck, throws open door, climbs in,
rifles through driver’s pockets for wallet. Repeats process with any other
unconscious driver in the pile up not already engulfed in flames. Walks away
from incident with $140.00.
Now, imagine with me a crowd of revelers pouring out of a
sports arena after their team won its first championship in 100 years. How do
you react?
BAD person: Insights riot, sets trashcans on fire, tips over
cop cars, breaks car windows. Shouts their team’s name prefaced by a cuss word.
So proud of their actions, they grin into the news cameras.
GOOD person: gets the heck out of there. Fast.
Okay, let’s go back to that first scenario and put yourself
in the BAD person’s position. But first let me give you a little background.
BAD person in on the freeway in the first place because she got a call that her
son fell off the jungle gym on the playground and cracked his head open. He was
rushed to the hospital, where she was headed when the multi-car pile up
happened in front of her. She doesn’t have health insurance and only a part
time temp job that pays barely more than minimum wage. She’s already gotten a
disconnect notice from the electric company and she’s two weeks behind paying
rent. BAD person might have made a bad decision to steal money, but she saw an
opportunity that may help pay the hospital bill. Is she a bad person or is she
a person reacting to bad circumstances?
Now, let’s move on to the second scenario. Put yourself in
BAD person’s position. Or better yet, don’t. That person is simply unlawful and
disrespectful.
As you can see, sometimes people are in a victim mentality,
making decisions with what little opportunity they have and other times a
person is just bad. However, in both circumstances, you likely don’t have the
entire story in order to make that determination.
Jeff Mean is King of Bad. But don’t judge him until you’ve
read his entire story.
BLURB:
Jeff Mean would rather set fires than follow rules or observe curfew. He
wears his bad boy image like a favorite old hoodie; that is until he learns he
has superpowers and is recruited by Super Villain Academy – where you learn to
be good at being bad. In a school where one kid can evaporate all the water
from your body and the girl you hang around with can perform psychic sex in
your head, bad takes on a whole new meaning. Jeff wonders if he’s bad enough
for SVA.
He may never find out. Classmates vilify him when he develops good
manners. Then he’s kidnapped by those closest to him and left to wonder who is
good and who is bad. His rescue is the climactic episode that balances good and
evil in the super world. The catalyst – the girl he’s crushing on. A girlfriend
and balancing the Supers is good, right? Or is it…bad?
The Amazon
Sitting front and center in math class the next morning was
the Amazon. Jeff almost stumbled when he saw her. Even folded into a standard
classroom desk, her body went on and on. Her olive skin glowed under the
fluorescent lights. Miles of wavy sable locks tumbled to her waist. A short
skirt revealed a never-ending expanse of legs gracefully wrapped together under
the desk. They seemed indecent. Jeff wasn’t attracted to her, per se, but she
intrigued him. And scared him to death.
Amber colored eyes gleamed when they met his. She looked him
over from head to toe and a half smile curved her full lips. Jeff fought the
urge to scurry past and with all the casual aloofness he could muster, he
sauntered to his desk at the back of the room. He heaved a loud mental sigh
when he was safely behind her. He might understand Pyro’s claim that something
wasn’t right about the Amazon. Though he doubted that he and Pyro were
referring to the same thing.
To Jeff’s dismay, the math teacher had the Amazon introduce
herself to the class. She stood at the front and stared pointedly at Jeff most
of the time. When she spoke he groaned. Her voice was warmed butter
rum—soothing, comforting and intoxicating. Jeff made the mistake of glancing at
her while she spoke about her home in northern Italy. As soon as they made eye
contact, Jeff was transfixed. Though she continued to speak aloud to the class
she also spoke directly to Jeff in his mind. It wasn’t in a language that Jeff
understood, but he knew she was hypnotizing him.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
When the electricity winked out, Kai Strand gathered her
family around the fireplace and they told stories, one sentence at a time. Her
boys were rather fond of the ending, “And then everybody died, the end.” Now an
award winning children’s author, Kai crafts fiction for kids and teens to
provide an escape hatch from their reality. With a selection of novels for
young adult and middle grade readers and short stories for younger children Kai
entertains children of all ages, and their adults. Visit Kai’s website,
www.kaistrand.com, to browse her books, download companion materials or to find
all her online haunts.
You can usually find Kai online at Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KaiStrandAuthor
or Twitter: https://twitter.com/KaiStrand
Buy it:
Publisher:
Barnes and Noble:
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GC plus a signed book mark to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour
(International).
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Tuesday, December 10, 2013
The Trees Are Up
Here's The Tree
What were you expecting for a tree topper? A star? Santa Claus? :)
I inherited Mickey from my mom.
This is the tree in the bedroom. It's hard to tell much about it, but it's fiber optics.
I have a weakness for fiber optics;)
This is in the guest room. Our daughter made it
when she was in college. Of course, her lights were a bit more
uniform looking than the way I've got them scattered on the table.
So blogger buds, are you ready for Christmas? Have you been naughty or nice? It's almost time for Santa.
Oh and by the way if you want to see a really fun and creative Christmas tree, check out Sonia's pink tree.
Monday, December 9, 2013
Grandbabies For Christmas
No, it hasn't happened yet, but we are expecting news any day. Our little peas in the pod are turning into little ponies. The girl weighs nearly six pounds and the boy is five pounds three ounces. None of us think its going to be much longer. And I'm certain poor mom is hoping its going to be sooner than later. Since we think they'll be here for Christmas I picked up a couple of things...
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