First, let me say happy holidays to those of you in the USA celebrating Thanksgiving. If you’ve ever read my blog, you know I’m surrounded by family, which is such a blessing. I’m thankful for my crazy family, my wonderful friends, my terrific readers, my agent and editor, and my writing buddies. I’m off school today and trying to decide what hors d’ oeuvres to take to my sister’s house tomorrow. (Yes, I had to check dictionary.com for how to spell that). Google will assist me again with recipes after I post this.
Well, I’ve been so busy with promoting CLAIMED and writing book 4 of the Dark Protectors, I haven’t had a chance to show off the cover for HUNTED, which I received last week. I thought I’d show it here first, and then go Google hors d’ oeuvres. Here it is:
Moira Dunne is a witch–the quantum physics kind. Time and space are her playthings. Which might explain why her one-night stand from a hundred years ago has turned up to “claim” her–and request her family’s assistance with the war he’s brewing. But the more she learns about Connlan Kayrs, the more she comes to think this is normal behavior for him…
There’s Nowhere to Hide
When Conn and Moira tumbled on the moonlit grass, Conn hadn’t meant to mark her for his mate for all time. She was only twenty! But it wasn’t easy to wait for her. It was even harder to forget her. So when he finally returns for his wicked-hot witch, he’s ready to let the sparks fly. Even if he burns up in flames…
However, not so much with clothing. If I’m shopping by myself, I often look around to see who else is shopping in the same section I’m in. If all the ladies appear to be about ninety years old, I go find another section to shop in.
Today we’re having a big CLAIMED signing party at the Gourmet Way with wine, yummies, and giveaways. So, I thought I’d hit the mall and find something cute to wear. I found a kinda cool goldish top I thought I’d wear with my black skirt and boots. Well, last night I put it on and ran down to my husband’s den to get his opinion. He and our twelve-year-old son were watching football.
I wish I had the words to accurately describe the absolute look of horror on their faces.
Even worse, they were deadly silent. Neither one of them could speak. Then, my sweet son said, “Why hello there, Goldmember,” in a perfect imitation of Austin Powers. I gave this kid life! Well, my husband laughed so hard I thought he’d lose a kidney.
So, still not convinced, I called my sister and described the top. She sounded doubtful. Then she said, “It’s not as bad as the one you brought to New York, is it?” (That’s a conversation for another day.) But I said, “Maybe.”
So I took a picture with my phone and sent it to her. After several moments, she texted back and said, “Well, it wouldn’t be so bad with a long black skirt and boots.”
So the gold shirt has to go.
If you’re anywhere in the area of Gourmet Way tonight, please stop by and say hi! (And see what I decided to wear).