I Hate Being Late!

Notorious-Jianne_Carlo-200x320I’m late with this post, and I hate being late. I should have written the post and scheduled it ahead of time. My total bad. Life has a way of kicking you in the butt when you least expect it.

In an effort to make up for my tardiness, I’m going to do a giveaway. I’ll giveaway three copies of my latest releases, Manhandled, Notorious, and Carnal to three lucky commenters on this post.



Here’s a quick excerpt from Notorious:


“While I appreciate the view of your sweet little body, darlin’, you do realize that this is the men’s steam room, not the women’s?”

Naked, lying on a neon orange beach towel, eyes covered by one forearm, Jenny Su-Lin Taylor didn’t react.

At first.

As the whiskied baritone rumbled into her foggy tranquility, she jerked to a sitting position. Frantic eyes darted left, then right, and took a frenzied sweep of the mists swirling around the small chamber. A thousand Japanese Taiko drums pounded a war beat in her ears. Blood surged to the rhythm, pulsing hysterical tattoos at her wrists, throat, and temples.

She stopped breathing, moving, thinking, when eyes the color of storm clouds racing across a typhoon sky manacled her gaze.

Fantasy and reality merged.


Thor, God of Battle and Thunder, materialized through dissipating, opaque steam curls.


High, sculpted cheekbones, a square, stubborn jawline chiseled by anvils, her most erotic fantasy come to life sprawled on the marble ledge opposite. Wheat-streaked hair fired with auburn glints brushed the broadest shoulders she’d ever seen. One knee bent, the man leaned on a thick, muscled forearm, Popeye biceps bulging.

He drained the oxygen out of Su-Lin’s lungs.

Out of the room.

All about her, magic pooled.

Balmy condensation caressed her shoulders, the barest sigh of enchantment escaped her lips, and the world, no, the universe, pivoted on the mythical deity reclining before her eyes, glorious in his nudity. She’s heartbeat cavorted into loud, insistent hammering, which swelled to fever pitch. She noticed small details—the way the faint dusting of golden hairs on his torso swirled to the right, a thick forefinger stroking peach-pink marble, his taut stomach lifting and falling.

Around his neck hung a gold chain, and a dazzling pendant with intricate engravings punctuated a chest so defined, so Norse god-like, her fingers tingled with the urge to trace each ridge…

Fire licked every inch of skin, flared up her spine, and connected with her brain, igniting a frenzied desire. She scrambled for the towel. Nails scraped the moist marble—she clutched shaky fingers around soft cotton and bounded off the bench. His size dwarfed all five–feet-five inches of her too-big-for-gymnastic-competition body.

A warrior-resolute gaze examined every inch of her roasting flesh, lingered on her B-cup breasts, and his mouth pursed as he studied her. The intensity of those slate eyes had her hands trembling, her fingers fumbling to drape the towel around her chest. She muttered a Mandarin curse when her waist-length, straight-as-a-pin black hair tangled with the wet material.

“You don’t have to leave, darlin’. We can always lock the door.”

Propped on an elbow, the man angled forward, full lips curling at the corners.

“I’m at your service, darlin’, whatever milady wishes.”

Her subconscious noted the slight hint of Irish brogue. Seconds later, his words registered, but their meaning took longer to comprehend.

She couldn’t manage anything more than a panted “Oh.”

The Pause button that had suspended her brain functions thus far clicked off. Fast-forward took over, and she twirled around, intent on escape.

“I like the view from behind too, darlin’. That’s one fine backside.” He ended his pronouncement with a chuckle, which made her skin smolder even more.


Have a Marvelous Monday!



P.S. Remember to list your email address in the comment, please.

P.P.S. I’ll announce the winners on Valentine’s Day, here, on my blog http://www.jiannecarlo.com, Facebook, and Twitter.

Is there a Realtor in the House?

I consider myself a relatively intelligent person. I passed Organic Chemistry for goodness sakes! But recently, I learned that despite watching HGTV home shows, I know absolutely nothing about buying a house.

I’m lucky my grandfather bought me home when I was in college. It’s served me well for a few years now, but with three sons, a nephew, and a dog, 1200 square feet isn’t enough space. So for a year or so now, the hubby and I have spoken about our dream home…or at least something with enough space to grow into…and beginning looking at listings to get a feel for what we wanted.

First off, you should know the hubby and I have different tastes. I actually enjoy cozy, smaller spaces, but with an open floor plan. The hubby would be happier with four walls and a roof with no rooms at all. (Not happening.) Neither am I turning a pole barn into a home. (Side eye at hubby.) Both of us grew up in manufactured homes, so my tastes veer toward those. I like modern. Hubby likes antique. But then the craziest thing happened….we finally agreed on something!

So…cue drumroll…we find a home built in the 1920’s with 3000 square feet, extremely close to my work, in an upscale area, that needs only a few, minor repairs to be perfect for us. There’s a potential to be modern, but with Southern charm. Great, right? Even better is the fact we saw this house last fall, fell in love with it, only to have a sale pending sign out front the next time we drove by. Lo and behold, it ended back on the market for $35,000 less a few days ago.

A sign? We thought so. So last weekend, we called up the listing agent and set up an appointment. The home was dated, to be sure, but the bare bones of this structure and the fact that it’s priced well below most homes in our area made it too good to be true.

Here’s where my first mistake came in. I had NO CLUE that you typically don’t ask a listing agent to show you a house. Say what?? Then why is their number on the sign? Honestly. Can someone explain this to me? I stumbled upon this tidbit while Googling. Cringeworthy moment, right? So now I’ve put myself in a single agent transaction, which apparently puts the buyer at a disadvantage of being unable to haggle prices with a realtor. I can work with this. We’re a small town, and this house has been on the market since June, and we’re happy with the asking price. If the agent and seller are okay with us using the same, I am.

But now this means, the hubby and I will have to haggle for the price on our own. The agent’s fiduciary responsibility is to the seller, which I understand, so I wouldn’t want a conflict of interest. My current plan is to email the listing agent, explain my lack of understanding, and ask if she would like me to go through another agent. It’s up to her. I can work either way. I already have my idea of asking prices anyway, and I plan to ask my cousin or friends for copies of their contracts so I can get an idea of what’s “normal”.

Next up…funding. I can’t shell out $100k on my own, so I called up my cousin who is a loan officer for a bank, but since her institution doesn’t deal with FHA loans, she can’t give us much help in the area. We then started searching online. Words like escrows and appraisals and closings have my head spinning. We move on to a mortgage company in a neighboring city, who approved us for a loan $30k over the asking price of the house. Good, right? Well now we have self-employment incomes to verify, taxes to gather, the list goes on and on and on….I’m terrified the pre-approval will fall through after we spend time and money getting to the point of real approval.

Next up, upfront money. How much do I need? What’s the max I’ll have to pay? Down payments terms I understand, but what happens when, who pays what, makes absolutely no sense to me. Can someone tell me how in the heck first time homeowners make it through this?? Maybe I’m just a worrywart, but I’m frightened out of my wits that something will happen that I can’t afford, or we’ll do something wrong, or we’ll miss something during inspections. (Which…guess what?….apparently inspections aren’t required! HUH?? Nope, just an appraisal. HGTV freaking LIED to me. Appraisals we have to pay for at $500 a pop, apparently.)

The other thing, besides my anxiety, is timing. I wanted to wait another 6-18 months to buy a home. Stars will align and financially we’d be in a much better position during that time period. But we don’t want to miss a chance on getting a home that has the potential to be a gem! I’ve already picked out paint colors and designed flooring concepts. (Flooring is one of the repairs we must do.)Good thing is I’m married to a woodworker/cabinet maker. The hubby is chomping at the bit to make an offer, while I’m trying to convince him there’s a potential the home may still be available in a couple months. After all, there is the down payment and closing costs to consider.

I need a primer on this, I really do. Anyone experience the same thing? I’ve learned Google isn’t helpful on the topic of mortgages at all. Everything I’ve learned about FHA seems to be the opposite of what I’m reading…even at the FHA website. The good news, though, is hopefully within the next 2 years, we’ll be proud homeowners!

Lightbearers For All!~by Tami Lund

It’s been a pretty crazy start to the new year, in so far as my writing is concerned. The writing itself has been sporadic, a few thousand words here and there, partially due to time constraints and partially because I can’t seem to settle down and focus on one book. Truthfully, though, the latter is probably a result of the former. And my personality. I admit, I’m easily distracted. I tend to use the hashtag #pinterestiscrack whenever I venture over to that fine example of social media, because I can literally get lost for hours. But then again, there is some seriously amazing inspiration over there… Wait, I digress.

So yeah, the New Year and my writing. Here’s why it’s been crazy—in a good way: Because I have a book–First Light–doing really well on Amazon right now. It’s free (for a limited time), so yeah, you would think that’s why. But I’ve listed my books for free on Amazon before and never, ever with such amazing results. As I type this post, it’s hovering around 200 on the “Free Best Seller” list (which, on a side note, always makes me laugh. Every time. “Free Best Seller”? Could there be a more accurate example of an oxymoron??)

It seems people are noticing this book. That’s super exciting to me because it’s the start of a paranormal series that’s one of my favorites of everything I’ve written. (Don’t tell my other books.) I love the characters, I love the world I’ve built, I love the setup for more and more and more. If you’ve read this series, whatever you think is going to happen, you’re probably way off base—but that’s good. That makes it more exciting—right??

For those who haven’t read the series, I encourage you to start now, before the free promotion ends (although, when it does, the prequel will only be 99 cents, which is still a deal for starting a series with four books already published and ready to read). First Light is available pretty much everywhere, but here’s the Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/First-Light-Lightbearer-Tami-Lund-ebook/dp/B018N6RWRG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1454161160&sr=8-1&keywords=tami+lund

Lovely Woman Posing With a Wolf

First Light takes place in 1512, in Mesoamerica, which is modern day central Mexico. Lightbearers have magic, and shapeshifters believe they can steal said magic if they kill the Lightbearers. Consequently, the two species are mortal enemies.

When Sabine, an errant Lightbearer who hasn’t yet found her magical niche, comes across a shifter and decides she isn’t ready to die, she manages to conjure a sword out of thin air. The shifter, Xander, is impressed despite himself and instead of killing her, he runs away. When Sabine returns safely to the Lightbearer’s coterie to tell her tale, she has to face the king, James, who isn’t nearly as upset with her as she expected, if you know what I mean (cue cheesy porn music—not that the book is pornographic, but whenever someone is trying to hint at a bit of sexual tension, that cheesy porn music always seems to play in the back of my head).

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Into the Light picks up 500 years later, and starts the rest of the series. It takes place in modern times, in the Lightbearer’s magical hidden coterie, which has been moved to western Michigan, on the shore of Lake Michigan. The Lightbearers have been living in peace these past 500 years, tucked away from the shifters, going about their private, quiet existence—until their princess decides to sneak out of the coterie for a little fun in Vegas. Except she bumps into a few shapeshifters, and they end up capturing her and taking her to their pack master, who believes those old tales about killing Lightbearers to gain their magic. That’s when the pack master’s estranged son, Tanner, steps in and rescues Olivia, the Lightbearer princess. He vows to return her safely to her coterie, but of course sparks of the forbidden kind fly, and by the time they arrive and he’s supposed to deposit her with her parents, the king and queen, the last thing he wants to do is give her up. But there’s a twist he didn’t see coming, and he might have to give her up anyway…

Dawning of Light CoverThe next book in the series is Dawning of Light. This one focuses on Finn, a shifter Tanner has brought with him to the coterie, and Cecilia, Princess Olivia’s cousin. Cecilia doesn’t like to follow the rules, and she’s forever putting herself into potentially dangerous situations as a result. Finn gets assigned to essentially be her bodyguard, which leads to all sorts of funny, sexual tension moments between these two, neither of whom wants to admit they like the other. Oh, and by the way, Cecilia really is in danger, and the threat comes from the last place you would imagine.


LightBeyondDarkness_CoverLight Beyond the Darkness is the next book in the series. This one takes us to Chicago, where Lightbearer Carley, once the king’s favorite chef, is hiding out amongst the humans. Turns out, her mate was abusing her, and she couldn’t take it anymore, so she ran away. She thought she was safe, living as a human, cooking at one of Chicago’s top restaurants, and probably, she would have been, had a shifter named Reid not stopped at her restaurant to have the best steak of his life. Reid, unlike most shifters, isn’t living in a pack, and he has plenty of skeletons and issues of his own. In typical obsessive shifter style, Reid decides he wants Carley, and sets about courting her until she can’t resist sampling what he’s offering. Life’s pretty fantastic until Reid finds out his brother, Finn, lives in the coterie from which Carley ran away. Now, he wants to go back, to reconnect with his brother, and Carley’s in a tough spot because she hasn’t exactly been forthcoming about the fact that she’s mated to someone else.

changeinthelightChange in the Light is the most recent installment of the Lightbearer series, and this one takes us out of the coterie, to the Detroit shifter pack, where pack master Josh is trying to keep his pack together after his parents’ unexpected death. When he meets Rachel, he’s immediately smitten. Problem is, she’s human, so therefore should be untouchable, but Josh can’t resist her charms, and they fall into a steamy affair that he has no intention of ending. Except for two things: one, Rachel’s using him—she was forced to seduce him in exchange for her own life, and even though she’s now falling for him, she can’t figure out a way out of the situation; and two, shapeshifters and humans aren’t supposed to be together. Humans aren’t supposed to know about the magical world in which shifters live. Looks like they’re both lying to each other—and themselves.

Now, while you work on reading those books, I’ll work on shoring up the next installment, which, by the way, introduces a brand new magical being. Yeah, it just keeps getting better!

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Tami Lund is an author, wine drinker, and lover of romance. She’s writing happily ever afters, one book at a time. Stalk her website, if you wanna know more: TAMI LUND.

Sara Daniel’s Top 10 Reasons to Take a Vacation at the Wiccan Haus

Wiccan Haus Logo Decadent 2The Wiccan Haus is a magical paranormal world. The series was created by Dominique Eastwick, and books within the series are written by multiple authors, including yours truly. Here are the top 10 reasons you should take your next vacation at the Wiccan Haus (or at least start reading the Wiccan Haus series):

  1. It’s a healing spa for every ailment: Take a bullet to the knee? We’ll fix you up. Lose your memory? We’ll help you recover it. Got issues with your family? We’ll help you deal with your emotional difficulties. People think you’re going crazy? We don’t, and we’ll help you unravel the truth.
  1. No electronics: Time to unplug! Your cellphone won’t work. You won’t get barraged with social media updates from people venting about their awful lives or bragging about their nauseatingly perfect lives. Even better, your boss can’t contact you about that office “emergency” no one else wants to tackle.
  1. You get a whole week to relax. One ferry boat a week takes guests to and from the island. You won’t be leaving early or pretending a weekend getaway is all the vacation you need. You’ll have a whole week to truly relax.
  1. No crowds! No lines! That ferry boat only takes 12 guests per week, with another 12 arriving through a magical portal from the paranormal world. That’s it, just 24 guests getting some very personalized attention.
  1. The Wiccan Haus is magical. Yeah, the brochure might say the island is off the coast of Maine, but you’re not going to find it on your own. I’m guessing it’s part of a paranormal world, but they’re not confirming or denying my suspicions.
  1. The owners get involved in helping you make most of your stay. Talk about personalized attention. At least one of the four siblings who run the resort will help you make the most of your stay—maybe all four of them. Now that’s service!
  1. They have yoga, meditation and other classes that you always meant to try but never quite got around to. Admit it: You know that practicing deep breathing would be good for your blood pressure and probably your scattered brain too, but you never have time to actually do it, just like you never had time to try the King Pigeon or Camel yoga poses that the too-perky barista at the coffee shop swears by. Now you can.
  1. They have exotic plants that scientifically shouldn’t exist. The orchard has apple tree with blossoms, unripe fruit, and ripe, ready-to-eat fruit all on the same tree. All at once. All the time. And you can help yourself to an apple straight from the tree. Simply paradise.
  1. You could meet someone with paranormal abilities. Those guests who came through the magical portal might be shifters, vampires, psychics, truth-finders, lamias, or something else you’ve never heard of. They’re coming to the Wiccan Haus to heal and relax just like you, and you’ll see them when you all gather together in the dining room for dinner.
  1. Another guest might end up being the love of your life. Maybe the person is a paranormal, or maybe he/she a human, but every story from the Wiccan Haus ends with true love and a happily-ever-after. It truly is magical!

all 3 from Dominique

A Man Worth Fighting For He has nothing left to offer. She’s determined to show him how much he’s worth.

Psychic Lies  What if you could read minds during sex? What if the government wanted to exploit you for your ability?

A Bride Worth Fighting For If she remembers the past, they won’t have a future.


Why I don’t review books by Lynn Lorenz

NoGoodDeed_LL_432 I know reviews are important. I think they are awesome, good or bad. I love getting reviews. Someone has read your book and bothered to remark on their experience. I read books, and many times, if the books are by mainstream authors who I have never met or contacted, I will click a star rating at the back of the book on my Kindle.

I don’t give reviews – just a rating. Why not more? Why not expand on what I like about it? Or not liked? Yikes!
Welcome to the snake pit…right this way…your seat is ready.

I know a boat-load of authors, I’ve been doing this for 8 years. Some I’ve met in person, some online, some I like as people, others not so much, some I love but don’t care for their writing. (Please don’t try to guess who this might be, I’m talking in generalities). The point is I know people. And some people know me. Giving my opinion on friends’ (let’s call them friends for now) books smacks of bias. I enjoy books for my own reasons, and what I like, I admit, might not be what others like, and vice versa. I frequently find some of the books being raved about…uninteresting. I have types of books I love and don’t love, just like everyone else. I love a good western. I love mysteries. I love cozy mysteries and noir.

I’m too old to read a book that doesn’t appeal to me right away. I don’t have enough time or energy.
I also don’t want anyone to say “They’re friends. Of course she gave it a 5 star.” I try to stay professional as much as possible as a writer. Being impartial is hard. Especially with friends. No way would I tell a friend “Hey, read your book. Hated it!” Nor would I ever write a review about a book I hated or DNF. Now, if a friend asks me to read their book and give an honest opinion about it to them and them alone, I’m happy to do so, as long as they can hear what I say and still stay friends. Like a critique group. Otherwise, I keep my opinions to my self.

My dad used to say, “Keep your hands in your pockets and your big mouth shut.” Wise, wise words.

So, I think it’s just best if I keep my ratings to myself. Especially books in my own genre. You’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t. “She’s just jealous.” “She’s friends.” etc.

That doesn’t mean to say I won’t say something nice about a book I’ve read, especially if I thought it was good. I might post it on FB. I might recommend it when people ask for books to read. I might say, “So-and-so knocked it out of the park with this one!” or “I love her heroes.” But I’m not posting them where they “count” like Amazon, ARe, or Goodreads. If I really like a book, I’ll tell the author, either in an email or on FB, which is where I interact with most people.

And frankly, when I do this it’s as the “real” me, not the author me. And I think that’s even better, cuz it’s word of mouth. No spoilers. No explanations. Nothing but “Hey, I liked this book.” And I have a few authors who I’ve shared posts for, just cuz I like them or their books.
And now that FB has this link between authors and friends and is removing reviews, I have even more reason not to review. What’s the point if it just gets removed because FB thinks we’re besties?

And finally, my life is really busy. I barely have time for writing and everything else. Writing reviews would be the last straw and I’d have to stay up all night to get everything done. I need my beauty sleep. People can tell you, I’m no good without my sleep. It isn’t pretty. And I want to keep the few friends I have, so it’s best if I just read and skip the review.

I hope everyone understands. I’m a writer, not a reviewer. There are others who do a fabulous job of it already out there. God bless them.
Just not me.

What about you? Are you a writer who reviews books? In your genre? Where do you post them? Under your pen name or real name?

WIP Weekend

We thought we’d bring you up to date on what we Ladies of Love, Lust and Laptops have been up to lately.

Emily Mancini writing as Marci Boudreaux is re-releasing Unforgettable You

cover_300When life throws a widowed innkeeper and a world-famous movie star together they share an unexpected romance. But is their love strong enough to survive their real lives?

Desperate to keep her ailing mother-in-law, Doreen, in the woman’s home, Carrie Gable agrees to board a handful of Hollywood’s most elite actors at the manor. Despite her resentment of the demands being placed upon her, she can’t help but be taken in by actor Will Walker.

Will, in a last-ditch effort to save his career, has agreed to a project he has no interest in. The more time he spends with his egotistical co-stars, the more drawn he is to Carrie. Long nights spent talking about the paths their lives have taken make him realize he’d rather have a simpler life, but his ties to L.A. aren’t as willing to let him go.

With the temptation of stardom pulling Will in one direction and the need to care for Doreen tugging Carrie in another, the couple struggle to hold onto the happiness they were missing until finding each other.

This will be re-released March 4, 2016.    Click here to BUY


Sara Daniel – Sneak peek at The Bad Boy’s Gift by Sara Daniel   Coming March 29, 2016

His gift is the only thing left from the love they shared…and she plans to sell it.


The bad boy of Regret Hollow had received an engraved invitation to return to town. Zane DeMonde smirked and flicked the card in the trash.

“Did you actually read the invitation?” Ken Hawkins demanded, striding toward the discarded paper.

“I don’t need to,” he assured his business manager. “Those people don’t warrant a reply. After sending me out with a boot to the ass, no matter how much they kiss my ass now, they won’t convince me to give them the time of day.”

“That’s an interesting ass fixation you have.” Ken grinned. “I’ll have to hint at it when you release your new painting and see if the critics can divine where it comes into play.”

Zane snorted, relieved for the distraction from the place he could never exorcise from his mind. “Speaking of which, have you planned a debut for the new pieces yet?”

“I’m waiting for the buzz about this auction of your early work to reach its peak. Then I’m going to book a top venue and capitalize on the momentum.”

“What auction? What early work?”

“If you bothered to read your mail, maybe you’d know.” Ken retrieved the invitation from the trash and slapped it on the desktop. “Four original pieces from a private collection that have never been on public display are going on sale. The woman in charge won’t give any details about them until the day of the sale.”

“Sounds like fraud to me. No one in town would want anything of mine, even if they could afford it.”

“If you really think it could be fraud, we better be damn sure before we start pointing fingers. The woman running the event is Julianne Truman. Ring any bells?”

Zane froze. Her name rang all his bells.

Theodora Lane’s WIP – Maximus Garage: Logan’s Promise  (no cover yet)
Blurb – For five ex-special forces men, Maximus Garage is more than a place to work. It’s a refuge, a safe house, and a place where they can use the special talents they honed in the military.

Logan Spiers held his best friend Billy Walters as Billy died in Iraq. Logan promised him to take care of his kid sister, Shae. It’s years later and Shae’s in trouble. Her father has gone missing in Brazil. Logan swore to help Billy’s little sister, but

Shae’s all grown up and all woman. She’s a Texas tornado and nothing, not even Logan, will stop her from finding and rescuing
her father.

KaLyn Cooper – Just released 2 books. Click on the cover of Claimed by a SEAL to read the first chapter.

Claimed cover w KW logoThree years ago, Stacie Vandercoy was stuck undercover in Iraq for six months with Jeff “Rock Star” Lennon, the arrogant SEAL who thought he was God’s gift to women. But he couldn’t have her. Fraternization is against the rules. And still is as they infiltrate home-grown terrorism in Norfolk, Virginia. Can she continue to resist him? Does she have to?

Jeff Lennon had been forced to do things he didn’t like as a Navy SEAL, and now as an agent for the terrorist division of Homeland Security’s Border Patrol. For years, his only real regret has been what he couldn’t to do to Stacie back in Iraq. He’s been given another chance to claim her heart, body and soul. In the meantime, they have to stop a terrorist attack somewhere in the Norfolk area, during Fleet Week.

Even the agency’s psychologist isn’t sure Stacie can pull off pretending to be Jeff’s wife. What lengths will Stacie and Jeff go to assure the mission’s success? And what will they both lose in the process?


Tami Lund – I’m currently working on the fifth book in the Lightbearer series.
BTW, the prequel, First Light, is FREE for a limited time, if you haven’t yet started the series! Click HERE for your FREE copy.
So far in this series, we’ve focused on shapeshifters and those curious magical creatures called Lightbearers, with their renewable magic the shifters want so badly. In the next book, however, I’m introducing a new being – Cupids. Nope, they aren’t chubby little diaper-clad babies with wings and bows and arrows. According to the Cupid in my story, they don’t even start Cupid school until they are fifteen, and most have lousy aim. So forget your stereotypes, and take a look at this introduction to Cupids:

“I like my women with straight hair and kinky personalities.”

Adora blinked, but managed to keep her expression bland, her stature stiff.  The man lying on the couch across from her turned his head and admired her legs.

“Long legs, too.  I like long legs.”

Adora uncrossed her legs and tugged at the hem of her pale blue skirt.  This entire setup felt like some sort of counseling session. She wasn’t a counselor, she was a Cupid. 

“Yes, well, I will take those requirements into—”

“Type of being isn’t so important.  I mean, look at me.  I’m a classic mutt.  I don’t have any right being choosy.  But if I could, I’d definitely choose a faery.  Now those are some seriously smokin’ females.”

Adora stared at the horns on his head, the warts on his face, the faint outline of undeveloped gills on his neck. He had never developed the ability to breathe underwater because, according to his dossier, he had an unnatural fear of large bodies of water. Judging by the smell radiating off him, Adora doubted he came into much contact with water at all, not even to bathe.

There isn’t a faery in any world who would have you.  Adora stood and smoothed the front of her dress, rolling the scroll she’d been pretending to write on, and with a flick of her wrist, caused the thing to disappear.

“Thank you for your time and your… insight,” she said tightly.  “I am sure someone will be in touch.”

The other being clamored to his feet and lunged across the small space, capturing one of her hands between both of his own.  “What about you?” he asked eagerly.  “Maybe you are the one.”  His gaze roved over her magenta, pixie cut hair, her large, almond shaped eyes, the small bit of cleavage he could see over the neckline of her dress. Adora used her free hand to rake a lock of hair out of her eyes and tried not to wrinkle her nose against the scent of putrid eggs.

“Hair’s a bit short, and now that you’re standing, I can see your legs are, too.  Still, I could make concessions.”

Adora wrenched her hand from his grasp and took a step away.  “I am not in the market for a mate.”

“Why not?” The man sounded genuinely perplexed.

“I am a Cupid.  My task is to find true love for others, not for myself.”

“Well that’s just stupid,” he spat.  “You’re the ones who profess true love to the rest of us.  Hell, I’ve always thought I just wanted to get laid once in a while.  Your kind are the ones who convinced me I should probably look for a mate, instead of just a good time.”  He shook his head, well and truly disgusted. “Now, I suggest you might be the one, and you blow me off.”

“It isn’t that I’m blowing you off, it’s that I cannot find true love or a mate.  That isn’t how it works.  Cupids do not fall in love.  We only help others seek it for themselves.  Now if you’ll excuse me…” Without waiting for a response, Adora pulled on her magic.  Nearly translucent wings sprouted from her back and began beating madly, faster and faster, until her feet lifted from the ground. 


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Eh, I got nothin’

For the last two weeks, I’ve really had that “barely keeping my head above water” feeling that we all get sometimes. I’ve had a full work plate, a new release (which has been woefully neglected), and my kids have had what seems like a gazillion activities. Oh, shout out to the eldest who is going to state for her Ensemble Acting performance. Whoot!

Today I am taking a few moments to breathe.

In. Out. Repeat.

I keep glancing at my to-do list, but I’m just going to cruise through the day. No stress. No pressure. No anxiety about missing a deadline.

To go with that no stress/no pressure attitude, I kinda didn’t take the time to figure out what to share with y’all today. Hey, don’t act like you’ve never gone into a blog posting without a clue what to say.

But it’s Friday, the weekend is upon us, and we all could use something to celebrate that.

So, here…have this and consider my work here done.