Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Update on My Incredibly Busy Life
Hey all,
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!
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.
Excerpt:
Chapter One
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.
Available from:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Single-Male-Vampire-Cheyenne-Meadows-ebook/dp/B074V6R9LF/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1506391700&sr=8-4&keywords=cheyenne+meadows
Totally Bound/Pride Publishing: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/single-male-vampire
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Check out my interview done by Fiona McVie
Fiona McVie was kind enough to interview me for her blog. Check it out at the link below!
https://authorsinterviews.wordpress.com/2017/08/03/here-is-my-interview-with-cheyenne-meadows/
https://authorsinterviews.wordpress.com/2017/08/03/here-is-my-interview-with-cheyenne-meadows/
Thursday, June 29, 2017
A beautiful cover for Single Male Vampire to share!
I have some gorgeous cover art to share! Emmy did such an excellent
job and graciously dropped this in my email this morning. I couldn't
wait to share.
Single Male Vampire, coming in September from Totally Bound.
Unedited blurb:
Single Male Vampire, coming in September from Totally Bound.
Unedited blurb:
As 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
classifieds figuratively suck, leaving only one solid solution—the
old-fashioned way.
Spencer is an enigma. Both flirty and mysterious, he’s a man contradictory 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.
Spencer is an enigma. Both flirty and mysterious, he’s a man contradictory 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.
Sunday, June 18, 2017
It's a Rainy Day
It's a rainy day here. Much needed so I'm not going to complain in the least.
Instead, I'm going to take advantage of the indoor time to work on a story. The question is which one? I have a handful in progress from all genres. Hmmm. Decisions, decisions.
What do you guys do on a rainy day?
Instead, I'm going to take advantage of the indoor time to work on a story. The question is which one? I have a handful in progress from all genres. Hmmm. Decisions, decisions.
What do you guys do on a rainy day?
Saturday, May 20, 2017
Switch Hitter has hit Dreampinner's Bestseller's list!
Switch Hitter has hit Dreamspinner's Bestseller's list! Yes!
https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/bestsellers
https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/bestsellers
Friday, May 5, 2017
Check out my cover reveal visit to MMGoodBookReviews!
MMGoodBookReviews was kind enough to invite me to share my cover release with them!
Check it out!
Dixon Foxx is a baseball prodigy, though a perfectionist father stole any joy he might find in the game. He only sticks with it because it’s all he knows—and because of Tucker, the man Dixon’s wanted since they met. His dreams come true one night, only to turn into a nightmare the next morning when Tucker blows off their incredible time together as a drunken mistake, never to happen again.
The life of a switch hitter is all about mixing things up. Tucker excels at it. Only this time, the game isn’t on the line—his heart is.
Dixon watched as one of his teammates darted for home, gracefully sliding across the plate even though the throw wasn’t even close. Tucker. Tucker Wilde. The wild dog shifter who played second base for their team and the object of Dixon’s wet dreams for the past few months.
Tucker stood, not bothering to dust himself off, and retrieved the discarded bat lying nearby. When he bent over, his lily-white rear shone through a long L-shaped tear in his uniform pants.
Dixon chuckled as Tucker tilted his head and then patted his posterior, obviously feeling a bit of a breeze on his backside.
“Nice rip,” Wiley, the shortstop hollered. “You might want to cover it up, though.”
“And soon,” Trigger, the cranky catcher, added with a good dose of command.
While Dixon agreed on the compliment, he wasn’t in as much of a hurry to see that small portion out of sight.
Tucker trotted toward the bench, pausing at the steps leading down into the dugout area. “Why do I have a feeling that my butt is going to be plastered all over the sports channels for the next two days?” He shook his head and grinned at Dixon.
“Probably because it is?”
Even as they spoke, a cameraman hustled behind Tucker, lowered the angle of his camera, and fixated on Tucker’s rump.
“There’s already enough bad shit on television. Do we really have to add Tucker’s bare ass to it?” Trigger growled at the media guy. The man looked up, blinked, and made a hasty retreat.
“Hey, grizzly. Some people might like to see a little peekaboo from me.” Tucker wiggled his rear before turning to face Trigger, which ended up giving Dixon a great view of the flapping opening in the pants.
“Yeah, right. Keep wishing.” Trigger plopped down on the bench and snarled at Tucker.
Tucker was one of a kind and well-liked. If the players took a vote, Tucker would surely be a leading candidate for team clown.
Although, in this situation, Dixon wasn’t sure his silly antics hadn’t gotten Tucker in over his head.
Unable to resist, Dixon rolled his eyes, then laughed. “You’re cruising for a bruising, buddy. Better think about changing before Trigger gets serious.”
Tucker flashed him a mischievous grin. “What fun is it if you don’t poke the grizzly a little?”
“Fun or suicidal?” Dixon asked.
Trigger stared intently at Tucker as if daring him to press his luck. Dixon had seen that look in the past—right before Trigger launched into pissed-off bear mode.
“Just because he’s happily mated doesn’t mean he’s mellowed, Tucker,” Dixon warned. The polar bear shifter, Graham, seemed to be the only person who had the ability to chill Trigger out. Too bad, as a pitcher, Graham was relegated to the bull pen for the moment.
“Whatcha going to do, bear? Huh? Cat got your tongue?” Tucker teased while shaking his butt at Trigger again.
In a flash, Trigger lurched toward Tucker with a menacing growl.
Tucker scurried out of reach just in the nick of time. The playful threat didn’t stop him from flipping Trigger the bird along with a mischievous grin. Egging it on. Like usual.
The other players in the dugout broke out in laughter at the antics. Dixon included.
Trigger grinned wolfishly. “Good thing I actually sorta, maybe, almost like you.”
Tucker’s mouth fell open at the admission.
“Go change already. It’s not like the whole game is going to stop because you’re hanging out to dry.” Banner, the manager, waved toward the door leading to the locker room. His ordering tone ceased the fun. For now.
Tucker saluted and quickly disappeared.
Dixon tried not to stare at the flexing of firm muscles exposed for his viewing pleasure. When the door shut, Dixon turned his attention back to the game.
In the process, he noticed Wiley looking at him with what could only be called a Cheshire cat grin on his face. “What?”
Wiley shook his head but didn’t answer otherwise. The smile remained as well.
Well, hell. Wiley obviously caught his interest in Tucker’s partially covered rear. Nothing new, per se, since the whole team knew he was gay. However, he could see Wiley rattling his cage a bit about checking out a teammate for more than the size of bat he carried. The wolf shifter had a devilish streak that popped out now and again. Dixon would just have to wait patiently to see if anything came of his enthrallment with Tucker’s ass.
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Switch Hitter
(Shifter Hardball 03)
by
Cheyenne Meadows
Tucker Wilde’s life is in a tailspin. Twenty-four hours ago, he was one of the top second baseman in the all-shifter professional baseball league. Now, he’s lost his starting spot to a rookie, been dumped by his girlfriend, and had a night of explosive passion with a man—a teammate at that. He can’t get Dixon out of his mind—even though Tucker still believes himself to be straight. With his career in jeopardy, he’s unsure where to turn or how to fix the mess.Dixon Foxx is a baseball prodigy, though a perfectionist father stole any joy he might find in the game. He only sticks with it because it’s all he knows—and because of Tucker, the man Dixon’s wanted since they met. His dreams come true one night, only to turn into a nightmare the next morning when Tucker blows off their incredible time together as a drunken mistake, never to happen again.
The life of a switch hitter is all about mixing things up. Tucker excels at it. Only this time, the game isn’t on the line—his heart is.
Release date: 5th June 2017
Excerpt!
Crack.Dixon watched as one of his teammates darted for home, gracefully sliding across the plate even though the throw wasn’t even close. Tucker. Tucker Wilde. The wild dog shifter who played second base for their team and the object of Dixon’s wet dreams for the past few months.
Tucker stood, not bothering to dust himself off, and retrieved the discarded bat lying nearby. When he bent over, his lily-white rear shone through a long L-shaped tear in his uniform pants.
Dixon chuckled as Tucker tilted his head and then patted his posterior, obviously feeling a bit of a breeze on his backside.
“Nice rip,” Wiley, the shortstop hollered. “You might want to cover it up, though.”
“And soon,” Trigger, the cranky catcher, added with a good dose of command.
While Dixon agreed on the compliment, he wasn’t in as much of a hurry to see that small portion out of sight.
Tucker trotted toward the bench, pausing at the steps leading down into the dugout area. “Why do I have a feeling that my butt is going to be plastered all over the sports channels for the next two days?” He shook his head and grinned at Dixon.
“Probably because it is?”
Even as they spoke, a cameraman hustled behind Tucker, lowered the angle of his camera, and fixated on Tucker’s rump.
“There’s already enough bad shit on television. Do we really have to add Tucker’s bare ass to it?” Trigger growled at the media guy. The man looked up, blinked, and made a hasty retreat.
“Hey, grizzly. Some people might like to see a little peekaboo from me.” Tucker wiggled his rear before turning to face Trigger, which ended up giving Dixon a great view of the flapping opening in the pants.
“Yeah, right. Keep wishing.” Trigger plopped down on the bench and snarled at Tucker.
Tucker was one of a kind and well-liked. If the players took a vote, Tucker would surely be a leading candidate for team clown.
Although, in this situation, Dixon wasn’t sure his silly antics hadn’t gotten Tucker in over his head.
Unable to resist, Dixon rolled his eyes, then laughed. “You’re cruising for a bruising, buddy. Better think about changing before Trigger gets serious.”
Tucker flashed him a mischievous grin. “What fun is it if you don’t poke the grizzly a little?”
“Fun or suicidal?” Dixon asked.
Trigger stared intently at Tucker as if daring him to press his luck. Dixon had seen that look in the past—right before Trigger launched into pissed-off bear mode.
“Just because he’s happily mated doesn’t mean he’s mellowed, Tucker,” Dixon warned. The polar bear shifter, Graham, seemed to be the only person who had the ability to chill Trigger out. Too bad, as a pitcher, Graham was relegated to the bull pen for the moment.
“Whatcha going to do, bear? Huh? Cat got your tongue?” Tucker teased while shaking his butt at Trigger again.
In a flash, Trigger lurched toward Tucker with a menacing growl.
Tucker scurried out of reach just in the nick of time. The playful threat didn’t stop him from flipping Trigger the bird along with a mischievous grin. Egging it on. Like usual.
The other players in the dugout broke out in laughter at the antics. Dixon included.
Trigger grinned wolfishly. “Good thing I actually sorta, maybe, almost like you.”
Tucker’s mouth fell open at the admission.
“Go change already. It’s not like the whole game is going to stop because you’re hanging out to dry.” Banner, the manager, waved toward the door leading to the locker room. His ordering tone ceased the fun. For now.
Tucker saluted and quickly disappeared.
Dixon tried not to stare at the flexing of firm muscles exposed for his viewing pleasure. When the door shut, Dixon turned his attention back to the game.
In the process, he noticed Wiley looking at him with what could only be called a Cheshire cat grin on his face. “What?”
Wiley shook his head but didn’t answer otherwise. The smile remained as well.
Well, hell. Wiley obviously caught his interest in Tucker’s partially covered rear. Nothing new, per se, since the whole team knew he was gay. However, he could see Wiley rattling his cage a bit about checking out a teammate for more than the size of bat he carried. The wolf shifter had a devilish streak that popped out now and again. Dixon would just have to wait patiently to see if anything came of his enthrallment with Tucker’s ass.
Monday, March 13, 2017
Switch Hitter coming June 5th from Dreamspinner Press
Tucker Wilde’s life is in a tailspin. Twenty-four
hours ago, he was one of the top second baseman in the all-shifter professional
baseball league. Now, he’s lost his starting spot to a rookie, been dumped by
his girlfriend, and had a night of explosive passion with a man—a teammate at
that. He can’t get Dixon out of his mind—even though Tucker still believes
himself to be straight. With his career in jeopardy, he’s unsure where to turn
or how to fix the mess.
Dixon Foxx is a baseball prodigy, though a
perfectionist father stole any joy he might find in the game. He only sticks
with it because it’s all he knows—and because of Tucker, the man Dixon’s wanted
since they met. His dreams come true one night, only to turn into a nightmare
the next morning when Tucker blows off their incredible time together as a
drunken mistake, never to happen again.
The life of a switch hitter is all about mixing
things up. Tucker excels at it. Only this time, the game isn’t on the line—his
heart is.
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