Wow, my week to blog at 4SW sneaked up on me. Feels like I
just finished blogging here. Since it took me by surprise, I’m flying by the
seat of my pants for posts this week, lol. I have four or five books I’ve read
but haven’t gotten around to writing the reviews yet either.
What’s new? My kids went back to school—do you hear the
joyous angel music above?—and my Blazer that we spent nearly $300 to fix died
on me four times on the way home from the mall—the first time in four months
I’ve been anywhere beyond the local grocery store or church without the hubby
taking me or using his work truck.
Yeah, I see another “lovely” pattern forming, too. LMAO! I
have to laugh; if I don’t I’ll lose my ever lovin’ mind!
So far the hubby believes that some dirt or rust got into
the fuel pump. And part of the engine dying was corroded contacts on the
battery because the vehicle sat for four months. It’s amazing how you take
something to a garage yet your husband still ends up working on the car. Thank
goodness he was a certified mechanic for years. It saved us another trip to the
local shop.
Although I did fantasize about tossing a grenade into the
driver’s window after I finally got the Blazer back in our drive that day.
On the bright side, I have a new release. It’s a super sexy,
dark romance with paranormal and fantasy twists. And if you like interracial
romances, this is right up your alley. Blurb and short excerpt are below. ☻
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Shoved into a situation
that tears Deirdre apart, she prays her suspicions about her
husband are wrong. Glimpses of a powerful, handsome black man tantalize her,
and his deep voice comes to her at unexpected times. Who is this stranger and
how does he seem to always know when she needs him? The more Malachi follows
his wandering heart, the more Deirdre
finds herself drawn to her ghostly companion.
Soon it’s clear her
husband has no intention of rectifying his playboy ways, so Deirdre turns
to her grandmother’s book of Voodoo and
faerie magic for help. Can she summon the power to keep Malachi
with her...or will true love and magic from long ago release a new and powerful
love?
Her husband
ascended the steps and paused as he realized the door wasn’t shut for the
night.
“You’re late,”
she said calmly, despite wanting to scream at him.
Malachi nearly
jumped off the porch. “You scared the hell out of me! What are you doing out
here so late?”
“I should ask
you the same thing.”
“Oh, I see.
You’re pissed again.”
“Do you blame
me?”
“No.” He
reached inside the door and flipped on the porch light. “I understand.”
“Are you
running game?” She hated the desperation in her voice, but she loved him and
wanted his love in return. If only he were a drinker. She could tolerate a man
who loved beer or whiskey, but never a man with a wandering heart. “You be
straight with me, Malachi.”
“No, I am not
seeing another woman, babe.”
She sat
forward, motioning for him to come closer. “Let me see your eyes.”
He remained by
the door. “Oh, come on, Deirdre! I said I’m not cheating on you!”
“If you’re not
running game then let me see your eyes!”
Sighing, he
knelt next to her chair. Deirdre placed two fingers under his chin and raised
his head so the light clearly revealed his eyes. She let her gaze wander up the
handsome planes of his face to his slightly crooked nose and thick brows. She
saw the lies, the deceit. The pain that sliced through her nearly left her
panting for breath.
“Okay.” She
released him, looked away so he couldn’t see the agony within her, and leaned
in close, her nose an inch from his neck.
He raised an
eyebrow. “Now you’re sniffing my clothes?” Malachi laughed, but sobered
instantly at the stormy expression she offered him. “Didn’t Sally tell you what
we’re doing at the woodshop?”
“No.”
“We’re backed
up on summer orders. We have so many contracts for footbridges, swings,
gliders, gazebos, and garden lighthouses we’ve had to put in some major
overtime. Sally’s brother hired two more guys to help with deliveries.” He took
one of her hands and squeezed it. “It upsets me that she didn’t tell you. She
and her brother delivered a gazebo to our neighbors several days ago. They were
supposed to stop by and let you what’s been going on.”
“When?”
“The very first
night I was late coming home. We’ll have long nights until the summer demand
dwindles.” He pulled her to her feet and gathered up the shawl. “Anyway, I
haven’t wandered in until early morning on a few nights because I took a break
and fell asleep. It’s better than driving home exhausted and wrecking the
truck.”
Could she be
wrong about him after all?
“If it will
make you feel better, babe, call the shop and verify the hours.”
She shook her
head, feeling both silly and hopeful. “I’m really sorry I jumped all over you, honey.”
He smiled, led
her inside, and shut the screen door. He turned off the porch light. The shawl
landed in a discarded heap. Malachi cupped one of her breasts, his lips grazing
hers. Desire bloomed within her.
3 comments:
Congrats on your new release!
This post just reminded me I have one to do for tomorrow. Maybe if I could get the kids to stop screaming and fighting for five minutes, I might get it done. I still have another week before their back in school.
Mine got out the third week of May, so they go back a li'l earlier than some school districts. I've enjoyed the quiet so far, but by Thursday of this week, I'll be lonely. They started last Wed so today only makes four days of school so far.
I used to have an old Toyota that died on me at every stop sign or light.
Good luck on the new release.
Janice~
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