The Azaleas

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The Hostas

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Blurb: 

Gutsy, kick-ass Suzanne James has no intention of complicating her life by falling in love…especially with a vampire. But it’s hard to stay objective when a drop-dead gorgeous male rescues her from three assailants in a dark alley. All but unconscious, she could swear her hero has glowing red eyes and two sharp, pointed teeth.

Adrian Caine has spent the past hundred years, in vampire parlance, a vegetarian. When he rescues a beautiful blonde in a dark alley, it takes all of his formidable control not to backslide. Attraction turns to desire. Even though it’s not in Suzanne’s best interest, he can’t stay away.

Excerpt:

“Three men jumped me and I kicked their asses.”

Kess gave me a pained look. “That’s why you’re black and blue and in a hospital bed instead of upstairs doing your job?”

“Details, details.” I made a dismissive motion with my hand.

“You were out walking late at night again by yourself, weren’t you? How many times have I told you to take a taxi when you work late? You take a few kickboxing classes and think you can take on the world.” He tapped a toe encased in spit-shine, black leather. His face registered extreme disapproval.

“It’s rude to say ‘I told you so’, Kess.” I sat straighter and tried for injured dignity. 

“A lot of good it does. You don’t listen.”

“In this case you were right.” I ran the fingers of my good hand through my tangled hair. I must look a mess.

“I’m always right.” 

“And modest too.”

He grinned. “Are you going to tell me what happened?” He took another gulp of his rapidly cooling coffee.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do but you keep interrupting me.”

“Don’t whine.  It’s unbecoming.  Just tell me what happened.  I heard a Good Samaritan brought you in then disappeared.” 

“It was pretty odd, Kess.”

“I’m not sure ‘odd’ is the word I’d use for getting beaten up and a shoulder dislocated.” His voice dry, his glance shifted to my shoulder. He frowned.

I sighed. Kess just wasn’t going to let this go.

“Not that part. My…err, Good Samaritan.” I fidgeted on the bed and plucked at the sheet. Somehow the term “Good Samaritan” just didn’t fit. Goose bumps roughened my skin and my heart galloped as I remembered fangs and glowing red eyes. “Kess?”

“Yes?”

“Do you believe in vampires?”

“If you don’t want to talk about it you could have just said so.” He lifted his chin and started to rise.

I looked at the door. No one was in the hall. I hunched forward and whispered, still clutching the sheet. “Kess, he had fangs and his eyes glowed.”

He frowned and straightened. “They told me you didn’t have a concussion or any kind of damage to your head. Apparently, they were wrong. I’ll have Dr. Brown run an MRI. I should have made them do it last night.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my head,” I yelled. 

“Suz, you think you were rescued by a vampire.”


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Finally! It's official. I can share the news, though I was asked not to make a big deal of it. So here is me not making a big deal of it.
2667 artists from 88 countries entered the 2018 BP Portraits Award Competition this year. From these entries it was narrowed down to 215.  From the 215 (8%) to 48 (1.8%)  to 4.  My daughter's work was one of the 48 selected. What does this mean? Her painting, along with the other 47 selected entrants, will be exhibited at the National Portrait Gallery in England  from June 14-September 23, then the exhibition will travel to Wolverhampton Art Gallery October 13 to December 2, the Scottish National Portrait Gallery in Edinburgh from December 2018 to March 2019 and Cartwright Hall, Bradford from March till June 2019.
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A Bit of Whimsy

The Easter Bunny was kind enough to leave me flowers this year, along with the little vase and whimsical lady. He's got my number:) Though, considering the years he's been hopping down the bunny trail, he should have it down pat.  Ha.

When the daisies had pretty much completed their cycle of life I took them outside with the idea of dumping them then stuck them in the garden instead.

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The trees are blossoming. I love spring.

Happy Trail

The above path has been made by the dog racing back and forth along the fence line. On the other side of the fence is a matching path where the neighbor's dog races back and forth with her.

The Hostas Are Poppin'

Remember this picture from a couple of weeks ago?

Now....

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My Friends.

IWSG Wednesday

The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Members post about their doubts and fears, discuss struggles and triumphs, and offer words of encouragement to others who are struggling.

April 4 question - When your writing life is a bit cloudy or filled with rain, what do you do to dig down and keep on writing?

This question really hits home, as it no doubt does for most authors. I can go from a glass half-full to a glass half-empty in the drop of a sale.

Finding balance is tough. We all need goals, something to strive toward. But when those goals aren't reached it feels like failure. So we step back. Maybe we take in a movie, read a good book or take a few days off.  

All we can do is lick our wounds (just a figure of speech:), take a deep breath, grow our writing and try again. In the words of the immortal Scarlett O'Hara tomorrow is another day.

This That And No! Really?

THIS....

I've been sending hints to my daughter to paint this photograph that I took of a ceramic pitcher that she made and the pepper that I grew. Wouldn't it make a great painting for the kitchen?  I framed it to give you a feel for what it would look like.

THAT....

I decided to add some blue to my tulip bed. The newbies are phlox and love full sun. They should do fine this spring but when summer arrives so will shade from the butterfly bush. Toes-crossed they'll survive and thrive. Though I'll settle for just survive:)

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I found this little nest in one of the bushes by the garden.  Thank goodness the parents-to-be realized this wasn't a safe neighborhood to bring little ones into and moved out before they started a family.

NO! REALLY?

As most of you know, our fence is set up to keep the cats inside. Let me just say this is not our cat. Apparently, besides keeping our cats in, it keeps other cats out. I'm still not sure how he got up there. After whining pitifully for a few minutes about his predicament he did jump down. With that paw on the rail it looks like he's posing doesn't it?