Tuesday, September 26, 2017
I just wanted to give an update on what's been happening lately in my personal and writing life. I've had some wonderful, kind readers asking me about when I'll have more books out, especially in one series or another. Those words I take to my soul and use them to both empower and motivate me.I don't want to keep those people waiting and wondering, so thought to put out a brief update.
I'll get there, but right now real life is kicking my butt. I'm working full time. For all you out there that do the same, I applaud each and every one of you. I continually juggle yard work, vegetable gardens, and house work. Writing has been a part time job and a hobby, to be squeezed in on my days off.
Since July I've been working with a stray cat that I've named Baby. She showed up in February in my storage shed. Too scared to let me close, she thawed enough to actually let me touch her in May. She's a real sweetie, loving to be held and petted. The only drawback is that she hasn't been eating well. I have purchased her every kind of cat food imaginable and sat with her, holding plates, offering and praising. Yes, she needed a dental, but the vet was full and she wanted her to gain a little strength first. Her only other problem was some renal insufficiency, but at 15-16 years old (the vet's best guess), it wasn't surprising. And, no, this isn't a picture of her, but it's a twin to her. She's very camera shy!
Anyway, after a couple of trips to the emergency vet for subcutaneous fluids for dehydration, Baby received her dental a week ago. She had horrible teeth, filled with abscesses. The vet removed fourteen of them, including her four canine teeth, leaving eight, all premolars and molars. She now has a feeding tube to provide nutrition and water until she can eat enough on her own. I've been feeding her every four hours around the clock for the past week and will continue to do so as long as it takes for her to get back to eating. I'm on vacation this week from work, so I'm able to do so. Next week, it's back to work, so please cross your fingers she's eating well by then. There's no one else to feed her besides me unless I drop her off for daycare at the vet. Yeah, that's $40 per day, too.
So, the moral of the story is I'm sleep deprived, hip deep in chores, and my writing mojo just isn't there. I hope to get back to it soon, but wanted to let all my much appreciated readers know that it might be a while before I can finish a book and get it released. Thank you all for choosing to pick up a copy of my books and for your heart-warming comments. Those are what keeps me going.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking a chance on my books and for sending me questions and positive comments. They are immensely appreciated.
Monday, September 25, 2017
Single Male Vampire releases tomorrow!
Dating in the vampire world isn’t as easy as it sounds…
For Andrew, an old-world vampire existing in the modern age, life is hard enough without the additional challenge of dating in this confounding chaos called the twenty-first century. Yet Andrew’s best friend is determined to set him up, come hell or high water. Online dating and ads in the classified figuratively suck, leaving only one solid solution—the old-fashioned way.
Spencer is an enigma. Both flirty and mysterious, he’s a walking contradiction from what vampires ought to be, including working in the spotlight as an Elvis impersonator. But there’s something about Spencer that intrigues Andrew, draws him in, and adds excitement and a sense of adventure to his normally dull days.
There’s only one problem—he’s everything that drives Andrew nuts in a man.
Single, slightly pale, male vampire, searching for lonely male vampire. Must enjoy carry-out in a bag, strolling the cemetery under a full moon and watching poor-taste horror flicks. No vengeful sword carriers, please. Age isn’t an issue. Furry puppies not excluded.
Cassidy read the script then burst out in giggles. She hid her face with the paper until Andrew ripped it from her grasp and scowled.
“What?” She seemingly tried hard to stop laughing, but couldn’t quite do so as her lips continued to twitch. Holding her stomach, she erupted in another round.
Andrew hoped the stern frown on his face and the displeased thinning of his mouth would warn her that he wasn’t the least amused.
Sitting up straight, she snatched the paper back. He knew she took this project seriously, pulling out all the stops to get him hooked up with another guy. She had his best interests at heart, but he wasn’t sure she was going about it the right way.
Yeah, he wanted to find a lover, a companion. Sort of. But, somehow, putting an ad in the local paper didn’t seem like the ideal route to track down the best man for the job. “This is ridiculous. I’m not looking for a plumber, Cassidy.”
Her lips twitched once again. “You’re kinky. Really kinky.”
“Huh?” He blinked, having lost the trail of her warped mind.
“All those tubes and snakes. Let’s not forget the butt crack when the guy bends over.” She laughed so hard she snorted.
The temptation to start yanking his hair out increased by leaps and bounds.
“Oh, my.” She sucked in air, flicked her gaze to him, then straightened her back and simmered down—mostly.
We’ll see how long that lasts.
“I don’t think it’s bad at all.” He stuck his nose in the air, feeling put upon by her mild criticism and obvious humor at his expense.
“It’s not bad, it just needs an adjustment or two.” She chewed on her nail as she reread the submission to the singles section in the local paranormal newspaper.
She covered another laugh with a cough.
Andrew arched his eyebrow. The action conveyed that he was quickly losing patience with her. Normally, it worked. Today, he wasn’t betting on anything. After all, he sat in front of the computer, ready to type in a ridiculous ad for a boyfriend. The idea still hit him as preposterous.
“Well, let’s see. The last line about the puppies.”
“What’s wrong with it? Although I would prefer another vampire, I suppose if the right werewolf came along, I’d give him a try.” He puffed his chest out. “I’m nothing if not an equal-opportunity dating sort of man.”
“Uh-huh. And the way it reads people will either think you’ve got some sort of kinky dog fetish, are into bestiality or both.” Another round of giggles escaped. “Or are into cradle-robbing those werewolves.” She tamped it down to a silly grin. “Shame on you being prejudiced toward old shifters. You, being positively ancient, shouldn’t throw rocks at glass houses.”
“I’m not prejudiced,” he bit out. “And not ancient, either.”
She waved the paper at him. “Furry puppies not excluded.”
“Argh!” Andrew grabbed the paper from her hand, wadded it up and tossed it over his shoulder. The pile littered the floor, nearly covering the small area behind his desk. He rested his face in his hands. “I give up.”
“Hey, it’s not that bad. We can fix this.” She picked up another piece of paper and a pen.
“I haven’t dated in five hundred years, Cass. Even if another man was interested, I wouldn’t know what to do with him.” The admission escaped on a thready whisper. He hated bringing up the past, but he needed her to understand a few things. No telling who she’d find for him if he didn’t lay down a few basics. He blew out a long breath and focused on her again.
She blinked at him with wide eyes.
He lifted his head and read the question plastered on her face. Unable to resist, he rolled his eyes. Again. “I still know how to do that. At least I sure hope I do.” His chin fell to his chest. The earlier enthusiasm dissipated as he considered how long it really had been since he’d bedded a man. Long enough for a few generations to come and go.
“Awww. Don’t worry. So, you haven’t been in the game for a while. No biggie.”
“Five hundred years is ‘no biggie’?” He gawked at her.
She grinned. “Nope. Because you have me.”
He groaned dramatically. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“Hey, have I ever led you astray?”
He opened his mouth, preparing to recite the long, continually growing, list.
“Don’t answer that.” She cut him off before he could utter a sound. “It’ll be just fine. We’ll find you the greatest man ever.” She tapped her chin with the pen. “What could possibly go wrong?”
He dropped his forehead to the desk.
Totally Bound/Pride Publishing: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/single-male-vampire