First, here’s another teaser of Stolen Treasure! I love these guys! Bernie, at first blush, may seem like an innocent, but she’s got some tricks up her sleeve. Poor Payden, it takes him a while to figure out he may be in over his head. Heh.
This one will be released on the 23rd of this month! Then it’s onto Raging Fire. Already the hero and heroine of that story have captured me.
Oh, and did I mention that I’m currently working on contemporary romance too? Remember Naomi and Master X? It’s their story. That should be out in March.
*Looks right at you*
I’ve got a lot of catching up to do after the arsenic poisoning debacle. Fortunately, I’m feeling much better and my most recent tests indicate as much, so it’s all good. Yay!
Now onto a slice of Riley’s life…
The first thing I’m going to share—that cracked me up, was a Honey story. *waves hand at you and rolls eyes* Yeah, I know, no surprise there, but stay with me. This made me laugh.
There I am the other night, sitting next to the guy as he’s going on about something. *Shrug* Could have been a documentary thing, or, it could have been a work thing. Point is, I wasn’t paying the least bit of attention, so when he looked at me as though I was supposed to respond, I blinked and then deflected.
Instead of giving him a reply I didn’t have, I asked, “Hey, did you get the mail? My test results might be in the pile.”
I really didn’t expect them to be in there, it was too soon, but Honey is anxious about this kind of stuff, so my devious plan worked. He forgot about me giving him the answer I didn’t have, and got up. “No, I’ll go check the box now.”
*Insert me twirling my handlebar mustache here* I SO love it when a plan comes together. 😀
And, Honey? I think he revels in bashing my well-thought-out plans all to hell!
Why, do I say? Welp, I will tell you. Two minutes later, I hear him in the kitchen and I call, “Was there anything for me?”
“No, my little dumpling, there wasn’t anything in the mail box for you.”
*Side-eyes you* Did you notice, like I did, that he put the emphasis on “in”? *Taps index fingernail on front tooth* Hmm…I wonder why? Best I find out, right?
“Honey? Is there something wrong?” This was greeted with silence until he comes into the family room and…?
Dammit. He’s got that lifted brow thing happening like Bones on Star Trek.
So, yeah, I know whatever is coming next isn’t going to be good.
Oh, no. When he speaketh the Shakespearean English I know I’m screwed.
“… that God loves Riley. Why doth I sayeth this? It would seem He catapulted a six and half foot wrought iron Shepard’s hook from the Heavens – onto our front lawn purely for her enjoyment, and said hook almost killed her loyal husband in yonder darkness.”
*I do a double take at you* What-a-what?
But then I remember. *Snap* I found that treasure at a consignment shop when I was shopping for something else. Have I mentioned that I promised Honey that I’d stop bringing home garden stuff? No? Well, I did. Last year after I looked out at my yard and saw how desolate it had become, I attacked fixing it with a vengeance.
I bought everything whimsy for the garden beds. Seriously. I even have a solar powered birdbath. How crazy is that? It lights up at night and Honey laughed his ass off when he saw it. Then he went into a riff about how the little tweetie birds would be tip-toeing through the balmy bath at night. Doing a disco dance in the light. The tango-I could go on, because he did, but I won’t.
*Shakes head* Alas, back to the Shepard’s hook, and Honey almost losing an eye. I could have apologized or backtracked, but that’s not my style. Instead I looked right at him without blinking and said, “That was the plan. God does love me, so don’t say a word about the hook, or I’ll let him have his way and speed your to a quick demise so He can steal me.”
All Honey did was smile. Why? Because we both knew that I had no defense about bringing the hook home. I have no room for it, but it was only six bucks. If I used that argument, Honey would win, and you know I hate that – so yeah, I shamelessly invoked the threat of the Divine being. *Flicks hair behind my shoulders* Sue me. 😉
And, now for the second thing that cracked me up. It’s a little silly, but I thought I’d share because it will give you a glimpse into what a nut I am. Honey says I’m quirky. Actually, he mostly says that I’m strong, stubborn, crazy—a warrior chick with a gentle nurse Bambi side to her, that he absolutely loves.
Looks at that description and *narrows my eyes at you* Sew, let us go with charmingly nuts, shall we?
Here’s the deal. I’m running around last night before dinner. I’m doing laundry, taking the dog out for a walk, making dinner, working on the computer, sitting with Honey for our afternoon talk when he gets home, that kind of stuff, you know? But then the sun goes down and the house starts to get cold.
So, there’s me shivering all over the place. Then, on one of the trips from my office to the kitchen, I see the light scarf I wore when I took the poochie for a walk, draped over the hall bench, and I think, Meh, what the heck? I pick it up and put it on, tossing the one end over my shoulder like the Red Baron, and I continue on.
Truthfully, I forgot all about the darn thing. It did work beautifully though, because I was warm as toast when I put my mom’s dinner plate down in front of her. But then, I was left standing there frowning, because she was laughing so hard tears where coming to her eyes.
I look at Honey and he’s grinning, and there’s me thinking, What? Do I have egg on my face, or something?
Nope, it wasn’t that. Mom, pulls herself together long enough to affect a regal pose when she says, “You look like Madame Haveashit with that scarf. Maybe I should be serving you?”
That’s when I caught sight of myself in the mirror and burst out laughing. I didn’t look like a “Madame”, I looked like and idiot.
Hahaha! Man, if you can’t laugh at yourself, who can you laugh at?
I’m laughing even now, as I type this. Why you may ask? Well, instead of turning on the heat—I’ll have to blog about how much I hate doing that one day—I’m sitting at my desk with two scarves on, a blanket wrapped around me, a pair of socks on, even though I’m wearing slippers! That takes commitment, don’t you think?
Me thinks Honey might be right about the stubborn aspect of my personality. I’d rather look like The Michelin Man, than blast the heat…okay, okay, I hear you! He might be right about the crazy part too. As for me? I’m embracing the warrior chick aspect of his description, because only a soldier could continue to type in such harsh conditions!
Hm. Maybe I need another scarf. No, finger gloves. I wonder if I have some of those around? Me thinks I might have to go back to that consignment shop. I bet they’d have some there. 😀
Alrighty, here’s the next thing we’re adding to our giveaway. A “You Had Me At Spank” dog tag.
This along with these items
25.00 Amazon eGift Card
And a glass candle light holder. Love this one! It looks beautiful when it’s lit.
And, I think we’ll have one more item to add on Tuesday’s release day – Then we’ll call it a wrap on Friday. Sounds like a plan. I’ll do the drawing on the 26th – so remember.
You guys know the drill. If you’re a subscriber, you’re automatically entered, but each time you leave a comment on the blog while we’re doing the build-a-giveaway, your name gets added into the hat for more chances to win!
As always, thanks for stopping by!
Hey, anyone else out there doing The Michelin Man with this cold snap?