Wednesday, May 30, 2012
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Tuesday, May 29, 2012
This has been a very busy spring, and since I returned from Ireland about a week ago, I haven't had much time to breathe. Edits for Wildcat arrived on Friday, and I've been either working on them or at the hospital ever since.
We arrived in Ireland on Mother's Day and had lunch at Durty Nelly's.
Visited Bunratty Castle which was right next door.
Strolled through the Folk park.
Crossed the drawbridge.
Climbed to the very top turret to enjoy the view.
Then we drove on through County Kerry to the Sneem Hotel where we stayed, snapping pictures along the way.
On Monday, we sampled Irish moonshine at Molly Gallivan's near Druids View, where I also bought this wonderful Irish sweater.
And then took a boat ride to Garnish Island to explore the gardens there.
Ireland is a fabulous place where rhododendrons and fuchsias grow like weeds.
Where you might stumble across a stone temple...
...with an incredible view.
Where the sky and the water are both blue...
and even the sheep go to church.
On Tuesday, we took a drive through the Black Valley
Then it was on to the Slea Head drive to see the sights.
stopped off to enjoy another amazing view of the bay,
and climbed the walls at Staigue Fort.
We started Thursday with a full Irish breakfast, and I ate it all, including the black pudding.
Visited Cahergall Stone fort.
Drove up to the peak on Valentia Island to see the view.
Then walked around to the other side to see the Fogher Cliffs.
We stopped off at an ancient priory,
and hung out with Charlie Chaplin in Waterville.
On Friday, we visited Blarney Castle,
took a walk around the grounds...
before climbing the spiral stairs to kiss the Blarney Stone.
We strolled through the park to Blarney House,
and then went on to the Jameson Distillery in Midleton,
where I was trained as an official whiskey taster!
Saturday, we took the day off from touring to spend a quiet day in Sneem, exploring the town and climbing over the rocks in the Sneem River.
Took a walk down to Golden's Cove for the view of the lovely Sneem Hotel.
And said goodbye to Ireland on Sunday.
It's good to be home again, but I'd go back in a heartbeat. *sigh* Now it's back to work on those edits!
Monday, May 28, 2012
As I grew older, it still didn’t mean much to me because I didn’t know anyone who was enlisted in the armed forces. Once I told my dad this, and he informed me that he and my grandfather had both served in wars. He served in the Vietnam War, and my mother’s father served in World War II.
I was fascinated, as any kid with an interest in history would be, and also so proud. I also felt fortunate that Memorial Day could be a day when I could say thank you to veterans and not have to mourn the loss of my father or grandfather.
So thank you, veterans and thank you to the men and women currently enlisted. Know we are thinking of you, remembering you, and thankful to you for all your sacrifices.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Summer in Wyoming is a time of new beginnings, and this one's a doozy for me and my family. Last week, I watched my son graduate from the Air Force Academy and move on to pilot training. Next week, I'm going to visit my new granddaughter. The week after that will mark the release of my fifth novel, Cowboy Crazy, and the excitement of a big blog tour. And through all this change and excitement I'm starting a new series about three men who owe their lives to one rancher, a horse trainer who took them in as foster brothers and taught them to trust the bonds of family.
To honor all these new beginnings, I thought I'd share an excerpt from Cowboy Crazy that marks the start of something good... in a slightly racier vein.
Things are heating up between trodeo cowboy Lane Carrigan and publicist Sarah Landon. In this scene Sarah realizes for the first time that Lane isn't your typical roughstock rider. He's looking for something more than an eight-second ride--and he's going to make her face the fact the feelings simmering between them are something more than lust.
“Let’s just pretend we can’t help ourselves, okay?” Sarah whispered.
She pulled him down on top of her and then the shirt was gone and so was everything else. She sank her fingertips into the hard muscles of his haunches and steered him right where she wanted him.
Lane lay beside her, sleeping. She hadn’t noticed what long lashes he had. They softened the harsh masculine planes of his face, making him look less like a mythical outlaw and more like a man.
She shimmied out from under the arm he’d tossed over her waist and slipped off the bed, gathering her clothes. When she’d finished dressing, she tapped him on the shoulder.
There was always a price to pay.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
I know you've probably already been warned to party responsibly and drive carefully. Those are givens. This weekend is always a mix of emotions for me.
It's the unofficial kick-off to summer...YAY! I love summer. It's my favorite season and it goes by too quickly up here in NH.
It's also time to remember the fallen, including my parents--both army officers and my brother, a naval officer.
But the way I remember people has changed over the years. (I've had lots of practice.)
My parents loved birds. Their backyard was full of feeders and various devices to keep squirrels and racoons out of them. When I visit my parents' graves on Memorial Day, I make sure two things happen. First, I make sure I have plenty of bird seed with which to decorate their headstone. They were practical people. My mom didn't like receiving cut flowers, knowing they were going to die sooner. She preferred plants. Since the cemetery doesn't allow permanent plants, and I know my parents would prefer money for flowers to be spent on feeding the local birds, that's what I do.
The other thing I have to do is check for TWO flags. My mom was in WWII as well as my dad. She flew planes for heaven's sake! One of the first female pilots in our country. Se flew "errands" domestically (since that's all women were allowed to do in those days,) and she was also the OIC of an all black WAC attachment. That's something black women weren't allowed to do back then. I still have an old autograph book of hers. She was a much loved officer, and knowing the kind of person she was, it doesn't surprise me.
If the town puts one flag out, there's hell to pay. Let's just say, it happened once. My folks raised a woman who doesn't suffer fools gladly. So, wish me luck on Monday. I'm getting to the age where my blood pressure can be a problem. Hopefully, I'll be able to spread my birdseed and whisper my gratitude in peace.
Do any of you have unique ways to remember your loved oes?
Friday, May 25, 2012
Also coming this summer is the release of my 3rd genie book, originally titled Leave It To Genie, now titled Magic Gone Wild. Isn't the cover pretty?
I had to laugh at Robin's upcoming release, Call Me Wild. Sourcebooks has a thing about WILD, I guess. (And you remember that the second book in my Mer series was WILD Blue Under...)
And in other news, Genie Knows Best is up for a PRISM Award. It's the 2nd genie book and I find it interesting that my 2nd Mer book (see above) won a PRISM. Maybe it's the middle-child syndrome. *shrugs.
So, in honor of these changes, and because I just don't want to think about Kid leaving, I'm posting TWO excerpts below, one from Magic Gone Wild and the other from Genie Knows Best. Enjoy!
pre-orders are up at Amazon and B and N, and it's up for a giveaway at Goodreads.
So, parents out there, how do you handle the college thing? I remember when I went off, how excited I was... and how my mom cried. I TOTALLY get it now, though I am really excited for Kid.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
It all began with To Tempt the Wolf and Hunter and his wolf pack!
Then there's A SEAL in Wolf's Clothing.
Meara catches him before he covers himself with a towel, pretending to be her lover while she's intending to find a mate. And it's NOT going to be him. He's such a devil of a wolfish SEAL hunk.
I got word last night, talk about TGIF!!! Anna and Bjornolf get their turn!
A SEAL Wolf Christmas (title probably to change)
Happy Friday EVE!!! That's what one of my fans calls Thursday to help get us through until TGIF!!!
And I'm at Discover New Love http://www.discoveranewlove.com/store/heart-of-the-highland-wolf.html all month long!
Thanks to EVERYONE who stopped by last night to party with me at Discover a New Love! Bonnie's reason for loving my werewolves--they run around naked--!!! Was one of my quotable quotes for the future!
Good luck to Kathryne and Shana on their upcoming parties!
And remember, Savage Hunger is coming next! Ready for some shapeshifting jaguars???
What would you do if a jaguar is stalking you, and he looks like this guy when he's not in his cat form???
Maya is in trouble already in the second of the jaguar stories. Figures. Her brother's away with his mate on another jungle adventure...and Maya's looking to do a little networking with some more jungle shifters, if she can locate them. So here's the challenge--what should the bar be called where jaguar shifters are hooking up?
"Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy IS reality!"
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Springtime always gives me itchy feet.
Not because I have Athlete's Foot (ew!), but because every spring I have the sudden urge to make huge life-altering changes in my life. This usually involves wanting to move to a warm area near a beach.
I'm sure it has something to do with living in landlocked Nebraska and spending all winter scraping frost off my windshield, shoveling snow, walking like a penguin, and gazing at barren cornfields, which are pretty depressing things to stare at for five months every year. Cornfields aren't very picturesque when they have brilliant green stalks of corn growing in them. Imagine them empty and gray with dead corn stubble stretching in neat rows as far as the eye can see. Just writing about it depresses me.
Another winter of empty cornfields and walking like a penguin.
Last spring, my son graduated from high school. I was determined to overcome my itchy feet. Life was changing enough without moving to a different state. Not that I didn't think about it. I even considered applying for a job in the Bahamas, but I figured the college Freshman might need his mother close-by that first year. Nope. Not really. He was perfectly content on his own. He called once to ask about laundry soap, otherwise, he was self-sufficient. I should have moved to the Bahamas.
Another winter of empty cornfields, but this past winter was mild. I only had to shovel snow four or five times. Thumbs up!