Wednesday, September 10, 2014

T's Trial is free through Sunday!

In a marketing ploy used by many, I'm offering T's Trial for free on Amazon Kindle and Kindle app through Sunday. I hope you enjoy it and wish to know about the rest of the band.

The series consists of six books, with three of them currently available.

Monday, September 08, 2014

Pyewacket's Awesome (Awful, Scary, How-did-this-happen-to-me?) Adventure

Pyewacket is our yellow (golden oak really, but who ever describes a cat that way?) kitty. He is 13 years old and has never set paw outside the house. When he is not sleeping, he is eating or watching me prepare food. Pye has two foci, food and me.

After our 2 AM nuzzle this morning, he disappeared from the bed. Shortly thereafter I heard a noise but nothing was immediately amiss and I went back to sleep. Sleep was very good last night since it was cool and we had the windows open.

I got up early this morning because the car had to be to the service department by 7:30 (doesn't everything always happen at once?) and noted immediately that my constant companion as I walk downstairs wasn't with me. Perhaps he hadn't anticipated the early departure. But he wasn't in the kitchen either. That is strange and I began searching for him at once.

Not downstairs. Not up, but the window screen beside my bed was bent out. Uh-oh.

That particular window is centered over the porch roof. The metal roof. The very slippery roof. If he went out the window, then he went over the roof edge.

Flashlight in hand, I'm out the front door and checking the bushes. It's not even 6 AM. It's dark.

There is no immediate sign of him. If he's dead somewhere, then he has pulled himself there. I can't very well go wading through my neighbors' yards in the dark semi-dressed with a flashlight. A quick shower and proper search clothing on, I'm once again on the hunt although it's still pretty dark.

I call him gently. Down the street, flash the light into the bushes and the growth around surrounding houses, under cars. Awaken every dog on the block. Around our back fence, note our outdoor cats noting me. They are unsurprisingly mum on the subject of Pyewacket although I feel sure they know where he is.

And then I spot him! Under my car. Unmoving. He mews as I kneel on the concrete, steady the light on him. He looks okay, but he's not coming out for me. Perhaps for breakfast.

By the time I return with his bowl, he has inched to the back of the car. He comes out, quite scared, and I grab him.

Now to contemplate how he got where he was found. The logical way for him to have fallen from the roof, would have been to the north side into the bushes. To the east, he had a one in three chance of hitting concrete. To the south, where he was found, it was 100% concrete. He either survived unscathed a harrowing fall, or fell into the bushes, shook it off, and walked around the front porch and hid under my car.

Either way, I'm glad he's found and home. As to the screen, it's secured. Now if I can figure out what to do with the other forty.

Pyewacket in charm-mode.

Tuesday, September 02, 2014

On sale now!

Tib's Temptation is live and ready for download at Amazon Kindle. Here's the link.

Monday, September 01, 2014

Tib's Temptation!

I've just loaded Tib's Temptation, book 3 of the Bone Cold--Alive series of novels to Amazon. It should be available in 24 hours. Then, next week, I'm going to offer T's Trial, book one, at a promo of either $.99 or free. Haven't decided yet, although there are definite advantages and disadvantages for either scheme.

The back cover blurb for Tib:

"He is invisible.

Game Warden Tib Wilson moves smoothly through the community he serves, raising no eyebrows now that the woman he loves has found happiness with another. But his complacency is about to end with the arrival of a tall blonde with an attitude.

She is desperate.

Assuming the job as head of media for the Bone Cold--Alive organization less than a week before Eddie C's wedding is a headache SC Ward could have done without--if she wasn't so desperate. Finding herself a stone's throw from the end of the world is bad enough, but being attracted to a good man--the game warden, no less!--is a complication any woman could do without.

Welcome back to Jinks, Texas, where the weekend is in full swing. There's fuel aplenty for the gossips, but everyone's eyes are on Tib's Temptation."

In the meantime, here's the cover of Tib. I love it!

Friday, August 22, 2014

The wiliest raccoon, part 2

It took a new trap, a lot of patience, no little frustration, and a good dose of WD-40 to capture and relocate the wiliest of raccoons.

Once said raccoon had escaped from my old trap, I bought a new one. Spiffy thing, but difficult for even me to set off. I garnered photos from the night camera showing my new best wildlife friend sprawled across the release panel, dining on the latest offering, yet not setting it off. Finally, the spouse took pity on my frustration and "worked on" the trap.

After two days of staying away from us, the raccoon reappeared, got careless, got trapped! Yeah! Sorta'.

Because this little guest moved the trap. In an all-out effort to work his way out, he scooted the trap into my net patio umbrella cover. I gently pushed him back, out of, I thought harm's way. (That would be harm to the cover.) Thirty minutes later, he had managed to pull the netting into the trap, tear a huge hole in the side of it, and break the hose which, when filled with water (as it was), weights down the netting.

I was not pleased with my new best friend. Not only had he cost me a new trap, but now I was out an umbrella cover and this was the first one I'd ever had which hadn't leaked!

But, to end on a happy note, we have upgraded the gene pool in the countryside by the addition of the wiliest of raccoons. I just hope he or his offspring don't decide to move back to town!

Saturday, August 09, 2014

This is why you should change your smoke detector batteries once a year

A true story, thankfully not ripped from the headlines.

Two nineteen this morning, I hear it. BLEEP! An irritating sound and meant to be so. I know exactly what it is, the dying of a battery in a smoke alarm.

I also know that they only start BLEEPing in the middle of the night. There is no hoping it'll stop and I can go back to sleep. It will not. It was built to BLEEP. Every minute. Ad infinitum.

We have three smoke alarms, one on each floor's ceiling and one in the basement. I do not change the batteries on a regular basis. If I did, if I followed the handy advice of once a year whether they have BLEEPed or not, I would not have this problem. I do not and therefore I do.

The first problem is to determine which alarm is BLEEPing. They are, basically, one atop each other in the stairwell. I think, after the third BLEEP, that it is the one outside the bedroom doors. I get the step stool and determine that I can barely reach it with my fingertips. I drop the cover and awaken my husband.

This was not in the plan.

But now that I have a comrade, we can be more efficient about this. He removes the battery, I start to get a new one, and we hear BLEEP.

Wrong smoke alarm. Must be the one downstairs. It's easier to reach, we replace the battery quickly, head upstairs to do the same, and hear BLEEP.

Is it the one in the basement? Will I ever get back to sleep?

Husband replaces the upstairs battery, which probably didn't need it now but we need something to show for our efforts and a year's peace is making sense. I head to the basement to stake out the bad actor. Except the next BLEEP is not from the basement.

So now we have a well-behaved basement alarm, two new batteries in the stairwell alarms, and something is still BLEEPing.

We are having our stairwell repainted and the painters have quite nicely covered up the hall tree where the carbon monoxide alarm resides on top. Guess what's BLEEPing?

I tear open the plastic covering and look at the offending alarm. Had the plastic interfered with it? Never mind, it was getting a new battery and a new life on the kitchen counter until the painting is done.

Twenty minutes had passed and no, I never did get back to sleep. But when I go to bed tonight, I'll be assured that no smoke or CO will go undetected!

Sunday, August 03, 2014

C's Comeuppance on sale now!

The second of my Bone Cold--Alive novels, C's Comeuppance, is now for sale on Amazon. It will be in print through CreateSpace as soon as I approve the proof, probably in less than a week.

I'm still debating on whether or not to make it part of the Kindle Select program, wherein it can't be for sale anywhere else for 90 days. I've done that with the first in the series, T's Trial, because I want to offer it at a greatly reduced rate in September, hopefully after I get the third one up, Tib's Temptation. I'm just waiting on a cover tweak for it.

In C, we have the story of the other Samuels twin, Eddie C, bad boy and womanizer, egocentric to the heavens. He feels that brother T has deserted him by marrying--and being happy!--so he's made a nuisance of himself. T challenges him to get his own life and C sets about doing that, first of all tangling with real estate agent Jemma Lovelace, then going back to California for a misbegotten love affair with former fling Abby Sander. Things don't go well for C in California and he returns to Jinks, Texas, determined to find the happiness his brother has.

C has to jump through some hoops before it all straightens out and the Fates have more than one surprise in store for him before he gets his final comeuppance and happiness.

The back cover blurb:

"A lost man...

Eddie C Samuels' world has crashed before, but nothing to compare to his twin brother Eddie T finding the redeeming love of a good woman. C makes a nuisance of himself until T challenges him to live his own life.

A trapped woman…

Realtor Jemma Lovelace finds the man on the opposite side of her desk both appalling and obnoxious. He says he wants a house, but it soon becomes apparent he's seeking a home--and he has her in his sights to obtain it.

Will they be each other's salvation--or ruin?

Welcome back to Jinks, Texas. Just as life settles into a new normal, Eddie C disrupts it again--but this time he may get his comeuppance."

And the cover: